I'm sitting on Rory's lap as we watch YouTube in his room. He snakes his arms around my waist holding me tight, while intently watching the video. I start to shiver lightly "hold on I'm getting cold.." I get off his lap gently. He grabs my hand tight " don't leaveeee.." he whines, I roll my eyes "Ro.. I'll be back, I just need to get a blanket.." he finally lets go of my hand and whines. I give him an empathic look and grab a blanket off his bed. I grab the softest blanket I can find and hop back on his lap but this time facing him. "I'm actually getting tired.." he groans, letting out a sigh. I hope off his lap for the last time.
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He makes his way over to his bed flopping on it like a kid. I follow after him carrying the blanket still. I lay down scooting closer to him. His hand softly drapes over my body; he gripss my side as if Im going to fall off his bed or leave. My fingers find there up to his soft blonde hair, playing with his locks as he slowly falls asleep. After a while, we're both sound asleep intertwined with one another. A knock at his door is heard faintly. "Rory honey.. " his mother opens the door and peers in before smiling to herself. "Oh- aww.." she whispers before closing the door gently. Rory slightly moves his hand to my lower thigh, before falling asleep once again.
