Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

Interrupt

Brooklyn

I wake up before Y/N. Although, I have no idea what time it is or how long I slept. I can tell the sky outside is still red, and the sun has stayed frozen in the sky.

I lie there for a moment, warm and comfortable, wrapped around him. I kiss his cheek, kind of hoping he'll wake up, but he doesn't. He's out. I untangle myself from him, sit up, and watch him. He's a peaceful sleeper... I am not. Sorry about that, Y/N.

I throw my legs over the edge of the bed. My feet are met with the cold floor immediately, and I bring them back up. Where are my socks? Of course, they're on the other side of the room, under the dining table. Where else would they be?

I start to get up, and Y/N seizes my wrist.

Y/N: No.

His voice is groggy.

He gets up, wraps me in a hug, and pulls me back down.

Y/N: I was warm.

He whispers.

Me: We have a blanket, you know.

Y/N: Yeah, but you're so much better.

He buries his face in my neck and kisses me once.

Me: I'm ready to get up.

Y/N: But I'm not.

Me: Then we have a blanket.

Y/N: Just a little longer.

I grab the blanket and pull it over us.

Me: No.

I manage to get out of his grip and to the edge of the bed.

Y/N: You hate me.

He props himself up on his forearm.

Me: No, I'm just ready to start the day.

I lean over and peck his lips.

Me: You're welcome to join me.

Y/N: I don't know.

He lays back down.

Y/N: We can't do anything until Marina comes and gets us anyway.

Me: We can. You just don't want to.

Y/N: Correct. I'd like for you to come back.

I'm already up and walking to the kitchen. The floor is so cold!

Me: Just get up.

Y/N: When are we going to be able to spend time together like this?

We're both injured right now.

Me: A few weeks won't kill you.

Y/N: Two months. It takes like two months for most broken bones to heal.

Me: That'll just make it even better.

I slip my socks, nearly falling over once.

Y/N: Who does socks first?

Me: I do because my feet are cold.

Y/N: Weirdo.

Me: Have you seen my underwear?

Y/N: Yes.

He leans over the side of the bed and picks them up. He hangs them in front of himself and tilts his head.

Y/N: You have to come and get them.

Me: I'm not playing.

Y/N: Unfortunate.