Darkness to the light, I'll be forever gracious,

Grey in your eyes, your soul must be silver-plated

Though we don't talk I'll miss our conversations

I fall apart, you fill up the empty spaces

-Chase Atlantic

Exiting the shower I was surprised and confused to see Art sitting on the bed with a skirt and a bralette on while scrolling on her phone with tired eyes.

"I thought you would be sleeping by now," I muttered softly my eyes heavy too, I fixed the tank top that I was wearing.

"I was waiting for you." Her voice was groggy and full of sleep as she turned her phone off and motioned me to come over.

I crawled onto the bed towards sitting right in front of her. Art pushed herself away from the headboard and on her knees moved towards me.

Art sat right in front of me, one of her knees between my thighs and I grinned as she ran her eyes over my face.

"You're so pretty." She whispered and I flushed looking down. Since I didn't know what to do with my hands I placed them on her lower thigh, right above her bent bare knees.

When I looked back up her eyebrows were furrowed.

"You've got tangles in your hair." She muttered before brushing her long nails through my hair and carefully untangling it.

"All thanks to you." I joked and she chuckled.

"And these." She whispered leaning down to my neck and placing a kiss on her fingerprints.

"I'm sorry baby." She muttered her lips so soft on my neck.

"I like it," I muttered embarrassed and she grinned against my skin.

"I guessed when I felt you fucking dripping for me." Art said finally looking at me. I gulped but I'm sure she felt it as she grinned against my skin again.

"All pretty and marked up for me, huh angel?" She said leaning over and kissing me softly.

Her knee urged forward and brushed against my sensitive areas. I whined my body shuddering and she paused.

"My dirty fucking angel, took care of yourself huh?" She smirked and I gulped slowly.

"Don't you have a show tonight?" I muttered out of breath already.

"Smartass." She muttered before laying back down and I grinned before sliding under the covers by her.

We spent about 2 minutes of comfortable silence before I heard rustling on her side.

"Can I hold your hand?" She whispered, I opened my eyes to see her face so close to mine.

"Of course," I said as I inched my hand towards her under the sheets.

As I reached her hand her finger trailed over my palm softly before intertwining her fingers with mine.

"I don't like to cuddle." She hesitated and I nod slowly.

"Yeah, I gathered," I whisper and she grins before leaning towards me, the heat of her body reaching mine.

I looked at her as her eyes closed and her face was now solemn. Only then did I notice her long and thick her lashes were, how she had a small scar on the bridge of her nose, how she had a freckle on her top lip.

So I closed my eyes, our hands intertwined under the sheets and the dead cold of autumn setting on us.

As I closed my eyes I immediately fell asleep, my mind hazy and going to another world.

By the time I woke up, it was 6 in the evening and Art's arm was laying on my bare stomach and her face was buried in the crook of my neck, her legs were tangled with mine.

I froze in my spot my breaths uneven, but goosebumps rose on my skin as I realised that her breaths were hitting my neck.

I pried her hands away from me and tried to scoot away but all that happened was her grip on me tightened and she pulled my body flush to hers, this time letting out a whine.

"I thought you did like cuddles," I muttered and she whined again.

"You're so soft and warm." She whispered, her lips brushing my neck and goosebumps rose on my skin again.

"Stay." She whispered and I nodded slinging my arm over her shoulder and pulling her close to me.

Art hummed before relaxing again and I stayed in the same spot for another hour. Not moving a limb.

I didn't mind it, in fact, I liked it so much that at one point my hands brushed the tangles from her thick long hair.

"It's 7 already," I muttered and she grumbled before looking up at me with sleepy eyes.

"The show is at 8. Fuck." She groaned before pulling my body closer to her.

"Baby it's hot in here," I whined prying her hands away from my body and she groaned before holding me tighter.

I huffed giving up and I could feel Art smiling against my skin. Pulling away she finally sat up on the bed rubbing her eyes and kissing my forehead before getting up entirely and stretching.

"Ugh." She rolled her eyes as her phone started ringing.

"What?" She grumbled her phone on speaker as I got up too, walking towards my suitcase and taking out my outfit for the night.

"Are you ready? For the show of course." Elias added quickly from the other side.

"Of course I am, are you?" Art asked her voice rough as she poured herself a glass of water.

"No." His voice wavered, my work stopped hearing the fear in his voice. But seeing the sudden tension in my body Art picked up the phone after downing her glass of water and took it off of the speaker.

"What? Holy shit. Tell me you're fucking joking." I could hear her exasperate from the kitchen that the large suite was provided with.

Whatever had Art and Elias tensed had me fucking shaking in my heels.