Normily: After Effects

Sleepover

Norman and Emily were laying together; spooning innocently. Norman had his face buried in Emily's hair and his arms wrapped around Emily's abdomen. He took comfort in each gentle breath she took. Her hair smelled like an island breeze. Norman thought about it and what people said about spooning is true: for the girl it's a warm hug and a safe feeling through the night, for the guy it's hair in your face and an awkward hard on and an arm asleep. He tried to fall asleep, but couldn't.

Emily groaned and attempted to roll over. She was met by Norman's 'self'. She flinched at the poking. Emily reached behind her and felt a large arm. The arm under her, which she now noticed, moved and tried to get out from under her.

"Hey," Norman said.

"Hey," Emily reciprocated, "What are you doing up? It's 2 A.M."

"I can't really sleep."

"What's wrong?" Emily sweetly asked.

"I... Can't get comfortable," Norman said.

"Well," Emily pulled him close, "what can I do to help?"

"I don't know," Norman said, "Tell me how your date went?"

Emily smiled and rolled onto her stomach. She propped herself up on her elbows. She put her feet up and crossed her ankles. Her blonde hair was in a bun and her toenails were painted red. She had on a little bit of mascara still and lipgloss, too.

"Well," Emily began, "He's this really sweet, funny, caring guy that I have known for a few years now."

"So he's a friend?" Norman asked.

"Not anymore," Emily said.

"What do you mean?" Norman raised his brow.

"While I was on the date with him," Emily said, "I got this feeling like we should do it again."

"Maybe you should call him," Norman said.

"Something tells me he already knows how I feel," Emily said.

"I think he does," Norman said.

"Good," Emily kissed his lips tenderly, "Because I love him."