"Can't sleep?" Cyrus pulls me further into him and mumbles against my neck as I turn and toss for the hundredth time.
I sigh. "Yes. My mind is filled with… thoughts."
I nuzzle on to him, and he presses his lips against any skin on me he could find.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He questions as his fingers graze my bare waist.
I turn my head to face him, and he smiles the moment my eyes lock with his. His smile is so contagious that I can't stop my own from forming, and I peck his lips once.
His smile widens, and he rubs his nose against mine. I sigh, feeling all the heaviness lift me. "There are many things I want to talk about. I just don't know where to start from."
"Start from the beginning, middle, or the end; I'm all ears." He teases with a grin on his face, but there is a genuineness in his eyes.
As if he meant what he said.
"I'm worried," I quietly say.
"About what, baby?" He asks so softly that it causes my heart to hammer against my chest.
