Lydia’s P.O.VI moved away from Lyric a few seconds later, unable to keep the contact but when I went to remove my hand from his nape, he caught it in his own large ones.“You know I’m here for you too, right?” He spoke softly.“What do you mean?” I asked, but a sense of dread settled in my stomach, clawing out the tenderness from the earlier moment.“Being brain damaged doesn’t mean that you have to refrain yourself from everything life has to offer,” Lyric tilted his head to the side, studying me with those intense eyes of him that often tended to make me nervous. “You avoid physical contact like it’s the plague. Or is it just with me?”I felt my breath catch in my throat. Did he really figure it out? But even if he hadn’t yet, I think he just did because his eyes widened slightly before he told me accusingly, “It is just me, isn’t it!&rdquo

Lydia’s P.O.VThe next morning, I was surprised to find out how normal it felt to wake up next to Lyric.Yes, the guy snored and yes, he likes to think of me as his personal pillow as he wrapped himself around me like a blanket, but it seems like I was just as comfortable cuddling up to him because I had my hands wrapped around him as well, our legs tangled with each other under the sheets. It was very intimate, but I didn’t find it uncomfortable.I was a really bad sleeper as far as I remembered. I was used to swimming around in my bed, but so far Lyric hadn’t complained about my sleeping habit and even I felt that I didn’t move around all that much when I was sleeping cuddled in his arms.I woke up early the next morning, thanks to the birds chirping on my windowsill and tried to untangle myself from Lyric’s arms so I could get up. The task proved difficult since he tightened his hold on me as soon as I tri

Lydia’s P.O.V“If I knew your mansion was this big, I’d have crashed here instead.” I told Lyric, eying the magnificent three storied house splayed out in front of me.The party had been organized at the backyard where there was a huge pool, a basketball court and a grand garden. I haven’t seen it yet since we just arrived at the Donovan mansion, but Lyric had given me a verbal layout of what to expect. I had already made a map in my head about what the house would look like, but now, looking at the size of his house, I had to rethink the entire layout.“It’s a mansion alright…” Lyric sighed while scratching his nape. “Huge and cold and pretty much always empty.”I didn’t like the forlorn look in his eyes. “Don’t your parents stay here?”“Nah.” Lyric shook his head. “Dad’s an hotelier and mom’s a lawyer who owns

Lydia’s P.O.V:“Wow!” Avery looked around my living room with wide eyes. “Your house is so neat and tidy! My mom hates cleaning so there’s stuff everywhere in our house!”“Ave!” George narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re not supposed to say that to everyone.” And then he looked at us and laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head and probably cursing his sister mentally for putting him in an awkward situation.“Alright, why don’t you guys take a seat?” I steered them towards the sofa. “I’ll get you some refreshments before dinner.”It was Saturday, a week after Lyric’s parent’s anniversary party and Lyric and I had finally been able to call George and Avery over for dinner. Rather than ordering out, Lyric and I had actually cooked an entire meal together and it had been a fun, messy, new experience for the both of us. Do

Lydia’s P.O.V:“Hey girlfriend!”Ivy’s voice was cheerful as she picked up the call right after the first ring. It felt like sandpaper against my senses, especially since I hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep last night and was running on four cups of unsweetened coffee since this morning.“Hey…are you busy?” I asked to make sure. Generally 1.30 PM would be her lunch time but you never know when there would be an emergency at the hospital.“Oh, no. Just about to get lunch.” She told me and in the background, I heard the low hum of people moving around. “I had this really difficult kid at the MRI and he kept moving around, so it took a while.”“A kid? How old? What happened?” Whenever I heard of any kid getting an MRI or a CT scan, I tend to freak out. Maybe it was PTSD, but I couldn’t imagine any child going through what I had experienced.&