112. In my sleep

[Zeve’s POV]

Did I really roll all the way into his arms, using his biceps as my pillows while sleeping?

Yes, I did.

I incoherently screamed at myself in my head.

I held my breath and stared at Amor, sleeping almost on the edge of the bed. I quietly got up from his hand.

It was so embarrassing that I didn’t want him to wake up before I could get far away from him. But he was on the edge of the bed. If he moved an inch more, he would fall on the floor. He tensed his brows while sleeping.

Fearing he’d fall off the bed, I held his arm on the floor side. “Amor! You’ll fall!”

He lethargically opened his eyes. He widened his eyes and flinched back.

“Waah~” he tumbled off the bed on the ground with a scream. He crossed his hands over his bare chest.

“W-what are you doing?”

I stared at him with a stoic smile.

“You were about to fall from the bed and now you have already fallen.” I almost sang my words. “I was trying to save you, but maybe falling was your fate.” I gave a shrug.

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