Chapter 7: This Feeling

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Tom woke up way earlier than he anticipated. He groaned softly as he noticed he was cuddling Tord still.

"shit..-" Tom whispered as he immediately moved his arms. Rolling back over so his back faced the communist.

"Can't believe I fell asleep like that. wait.. what time is it?" He asks himself as he looked at the digital clock on his night stand.

it read 6:00AM.

"Mm, God Morgan Thomas." Tord says softly.
Tom got startled as he heard Tord's accent.

"Oh hi, Tord."
"Hallo. Now, why up so early?"
Tord asks with a light chuckle.

"Uhh..-"
Tords eyes narrowed.
"Face me when you're talking. Eye contact."
He ordered, just like how he usually does to his soldiers at the base.

"Excuse me?" Tom asks, kinda shocked at Tords tone. Even at 6 o'clock in the morning.

"O-oh uh ahm.. it's nice to do so, my old friend." Tord stuttered out, realizing his own tone of voice.

Tom felt suspicious. But turned over anyways, facing the red hooded male.

"Now god morgan Thomas." Tord says. A small smile on his face.

"Morning." Tom says bluntly.

"Awh, what's the matter? He seem to be annoyed. Oh! Did you forget you were cuddling me last night?" His smile turned into a smirk.

Tom felt his face heat up. His 'eyes' went white.

"H- how do you-"
"How do I know? I awoke from that breath of yours.~" Tord purred. Looking at Tom lovingly with his eye.

"E-eh.. Really?" Tom stuttered out. His 'eyes' going back to their original black voids.

"Yes really. And you were out. Asleep, such a heavy sleeper." Tord giggled. Inching himself closer to Tom.

Toms heart fluttered. What was this feeling? Why was this feeling happening?.

Tom didn't even hesitate, he inched himself closer to Tord as well.

Tord smiled. "Like being close now, aye?"
Tom huffed. "close enough to punch your face."
Tord dramatically placed his hand on his chest, gasps. "Not the face!" Such a mockery of Matt.

Which caused both of them to burst out laughing. Tord fell back onto Tom's pillows, laughing.

Tom only smiled at this, his laughter was turned into light chuckles.

Tom listened to the Norwegians laugh. Feeling butterflies in his stomach.

Soon enough, the Norwegians laughter died down. Sighing happily as he looked at Tom.

"Now that was funny."

Tom nodded in agreement. Chuckling afterwards.

That feeling still lingered what was it?
Tom couldn't put his finger on it. His facial expression full of thought.

"What's on your mind Thomas?" Tord asks, sitting back up.

"Oh heh, nothing Commie."

"Seems so to be something." Tord questioned. Raising an eyebrow.

"It's nothing. Now uh, what do you want to do today?"
Tom asks. Trying to avoid the subject.

Tord's eyes narrowed. "What I want to do? I want to figure out what you're thinking about."

shit.

"Why do you want to know?" Tom retorted back. His voice cold.

Tord laughed softly. "Because it's quite simple. We're friends. And friends, tell each other what's the matter. Yes?"

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