Two Ways

Meredith.

By the time Draven was done with me, I couldn't find my footing.

My legs shook so badly that I couldn't stand for longer than three seconds.

"Do you need help?" Draven asked, walking over to my side of the bed with the last slice of pizza in his hand.

We had eaten almost everything last night after our entanglement, leaving only three slices. I didn't feel like eating pizzas again this morning, so I left the rest for Draven.

"If I do, would you lift me?" I asked, waiting for his answer.

"I would," he replied, taking a bite of the slice, "as long as you don't mind."

A smile slowly grew across my face.

I still can't believe that I would be on such good terms with Draven one day, allowing us to have such sweet conversations that made blush creep up to my cheeks.

It felt so weird, yet made so much sense.