Pillow talk

Autumn's standpoint

I yawned tiredly as I threw myself on Mordecai's bed. We stayed late in his grandfather's house and then a sudden storm trapped us in. So, there I was in his bedroom, yawning from all the exhaustion of making him furious. I lazily kicked off my slippers and got under the covers drowsily. The bathroom door opened at that moment. I looked to the door to see him walking out drying his hair with a beige towel. He was wearing a black muscle shirt, black and gray sweatpants, and black feathered slippers.

I turned my head away before I started thinking of what would make a stormy night on the same bed with a sexy guy frustrating. I closed my eyes and listened to the slap of his slippers and humming, making his way around to get his stuff done. After minutes of listening, I was almost slipping off to Dreamland when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"What?" I groaned.

"Are you asleep?"

"I was,"

"I can't sleep, can we do something? Pillow talk or anything at all?"

"Cai, I n