Fucking myself to the thought of him

Ophelia’s POV

I yawned loudly as I sensed my pillow move away from underneath my head–wait, my pillow moved away?

Then it dawned on me and instantly, I squeezed my eyes open and gasped when I realized that I wasn't in my bedroom, but Ryan's. The soulless grey and black walls made me reach that conclusion.

The most scandalous thing was that I was sleeping next to Ryan on Ryan's bed. He had gently nestled me inside his arms before I woke up.

The thought caused my cheeks to fluster in embarrassment as I buried my head in my hands.

"Lia, what the hell have you done?" I whispered to myself as I flickered my eyes tightly shut.

I stopped chiding myself when I realized that Ryan was still deeply asleep next to me. Tentatively, I leaned closer to him and observed his sleeping face.

Staring at him as he slept peacefully made me feel like a creep, but I shrugged the guilty thoughts off as a smile curved my lips and I continued admiring him while he slept.

Watching him sleep from a closer view m