Seth's POV
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You think that I'm beneath you
But you like the things that I do
Well wrap em up and take em with you
I got a weakness in me
I think that weakness feeds me
I don't think you think you need me
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She's lying beside me.
Summer…
The girl of my dreams.
And I can't touch her. I want to, hell I'd give my left arm to just reach out and brush my hand across her face.
But that's not the way it works.
I'm not the guy who starts start groping some girl just because we happen to be sleeping in the same bed, only inches apart. And I think Summer knows I'm not that type of guy.
It makes me feel good that she would trust me, just to lay here. Not touching, but so close. She trusts me enough to actually fall asleep.
I glance over and she's still. I can hear her breathing, barely a sound at all, and a chill goes up my spine.
Because she's here.
Sure here is a crummy roach hotel, but to me it's not so bad as it was at first sight. Because at first sight I never expected to be sleeping beside Summer. I figured she'd end up with Marissa…
She acted like it was such a giant sacrifice for her to share a bed with me. She didn't have to of course, there was an entire bed open. True it was a sofa bed but she still could've slept there.
But she chose the bed.
She chose me.
