Seventy One

The warmth was comfortable, and as I moved closer, my back touched a hard chest. I sensed the calm movement of his breathing as I inhaled his faint scent, and realized his arm encircled my waist with his other leg between mine while the other rested on my right leg. We were sharing a blanket.

I opened my eyes, not moving my body except for my head to look at him. His eyes were closed while his other arm was on my pillow.

How did we end up like this? I can't move, I'm sure he'll wake up if I do that. I turned my head, and my gaze moved to his slightly longer hair, hiding some of his handsome face. I lifted my hand and parted it.

If I wake up and see this face every day, I will never get bored. I can watch him sleep, but thinking about it was weird.

I never thought like this with Blake, although he was always the one doing it to me, which is strange sometimes. He always wakes me up with a shake and teases me about how I was sleeping just to make me laugh.

Although we didn't share a bed u