Strings (1 of 2)

[NATHAN'S POV]

I wake up early, overheated from Emily's body pressing against me under her thick comforter. I lift my hands gently from her waist and move them above the covers, stretching quietly as not to wake her.

I stare down at her long blonde hair spread across my chest, concealing her sleeping face underneath. I move my fingers up to softly move the hair behind her ear. 

That's better. I can see her face now.

Somehow she looks better now than anytime I've seen her before. Peacefully sleeping and calm. Relaxed. I didn't expect her to be this beautiful in person. The tabloids do her no favours, with pictures of her at her worst. She is completely opposite of the stories they print about her - a party girl, a screw up, always drunk or high. Nothing I've seen since we met fits that image. 

Even though she has reminded me several times that I don't know her, I feel like I do. She puts on a happy and put together front, but I know there is a sadness in her. I saw it the night we met. The brokenness from losing the person closest to you. A look that only people who have experienced this can see in others.

I run my fingers through her hair, stroking gently. You wear your broken pieces beautifully, pretty girl.

Her eyes move quickly under her eyelids... she must be dreaming. I wish I knew what she was dreaming about... I wish it was about me.

I mentally shake myself to get rid of that thought. Fuck. Why would I think that? That is not our arrangement.

Although, it is getting very blurry where the lines of us are. 

I have had friends with benefits before. Several. We never stayed the night with each other after sex. We didn't go on dates. There was no connection beyond physical. I never thought about those girls when they weren't around me or texting me to come over.

But, it's different with Emily. Somehow I find myself here in her bed holding her in the morning, even after not having sex. I have fun with her, we laugh. I smile, remembering her giggle when I chased her on the beach last night and dragged her in the water... I would kill to hear that sound again. 

I can't get enough this girl. Her body, her laugh, her smart mouth. 

I trace her lips with my fingers, feeling a strange urge to kiss her. Last time I felt her lips on mine, her damned phone rang and had to ruin everything. 

Whoever that guy was, he better stay the fuck away from her this summer. I'm not giving up the limited time we have so he can become her "friend" again. I saw the look in her eye when she realized he was calling. He meant something... I guess he would have to if she has that as his contact picture. I roll my eyes, the image fresh in my mind, and I feel angry all over again.

The main reason I stayed was so she didn't answer his call. I can imagine how that would have gone and it probably would have ended with her in his arms... or bed. My jaw clenches at the thought.

I knew she wouldn't ask me to stay, even if she wanted me to. She would never beg a guy. She doesn't need to. With this face and body, she could have anyone. She doesn't need me like I need her.

I didn't plan for whatever this is between us when I met her. I didn't plan to care at all. And then she made the rules clear and I like our rules. We are using each other, I know that. I'm just going to have to push these thoughts away so they don't interfere.

I slowly lift her off of me and onto the other pillow, careful not to wake her up. I stand up and pull my jeans on quietly and head towards her bedroom door. I turn back once I am out the door and grab the handle, pulling it closed quietly. I glance once more at her to make sure she is still asleep. 

God, she really is beautiful. That is going to make this hard.

Author's Note:

Decided to switch things up and do Nathan's POV! If you liked this, let me know, and I can do more later on!

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