The story behind the relationship.

He cares about me?

I wake up in his arms for the first time ever. My eyes widen and I look up at him. He was actually asleep and I giggle. I run my fingers up his chest and lay my head into the crook of his neck. My eyes close again, but I don't fall asleep. I listen to his breathing and wrap my arms around his neck. He shifts and I stiffen. Will he shove me away? He makes a noise of confusion and looks down at me. I gulp and wait for him to yell at me, but he never does. He strokes my hair and I squeak.
"Are you awake?" He purrs. I nod slowly and he chuckles. I glance up at him and he had a stupid grin on his face. He puts his arms around my waist and pulls me closer. I sigh happily and kiss his neck. He moves so that his body is facing mine. I blush and touch his abs. He snickers at me and pulls me against him. I realize that we are both still naked and blush furiously.
"What's wrong, my dear?" He asks. I look up at him nervously and motion to our bodies. He smirks and gets up. I frown and sit up. I get up and pull on some underwear.
"I'm heading out, ok? Don't leave the house until I get back, got it?" He says. I pull out a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt.
"When did you start to care?" I tease. He scowls at me and grumble something. I giggle and pull on my black Converse. I walk to the living room as he is fixing his hat.
"Of course I care, my dear. I wouldn't be babysitting you if I didn't." He chuckles at me. I glare at him and sit on the couch.
"Oh really? I feel so special." I say sarcastically. He turns and walks out with a frown on his face. I frown and look at the tv in confusion. Does he really care?