I awoke to the smell of smoke, I opened my eyes and saw him with the dreaded thing attached to his lips.
"You know I hate it when you smoke in here" I said wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.
He jumped and the cigarette fell onto the quilt cover.
"Jesus Christ Anna!" He shouted quickly grabbing it from the quilt before it set on fire.
I chuckled and apologised.
I sat up next to him and got my phone.
I turned it on and saw I had 23 messages from my best friend Olivia.
"For fucks sake Olivia" I said under my breath.
Chris looked over my shoulder and chuckled.
"Why does she always seem to send you a million messages every morning?" He asks taking a drag from his cigarette.
"The hell if I know, I get on at her all the time for it" I say putting my phone down and stretching.
"Obviously she didn't get the hint" he says with a hint of sarcasm.
He puts out his cigarette in the ash tray and turns to face me.
I finish stretching and look at him.
He lays back down and cuddles into my stomach.
"I could stay like this all day" I hear him say with a sigh.
I play with his curly locks and hum in response.
I drifted off into a world of my own when I hear the doorbell.
He gets up quickly and looks out the window.
"Chris! Get away from the window your bloody naked!" I shout at him.
He waves me off and smirks.
"It's your best friend" he says going over to where his trousers are.
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Philophobia
RomancePhilophobia :- The fear of falling in love or emotional attachment. The risk is usually when a person has confronted any emotional turmoil relating to love in the past. He was something I craved whenever he wasn't with me.. and when he was I craved...
