Grace's POV
I feel a hair gently brush against the side of my nose tickling it. I lazily wipe the hair away and move to get comfortable in the bed again. A second later I feel the hair tickle my nose again causing me to groan a little bit. Before I motivate myself enough to move the hair out of my face again a warm hand brushes against my skin moving the hair for me. I gasp and instinctively open my eyes and shoot up looking around.
"Hey hey hey Grace. It's me. It's Keaton." a concerned voice rings out. I look around some more. I can see right now. Not well. But I can see the shadows and lights so I can see the basic outline of a person lying next to me. It's a tall person and it's the only person-shaped thing I see. I assume that's Keaton. "It's ok. You're safe it's just Keaton,
