The sun shines through the porthole, causing the back of her eyelids to turn red. She whimpers and closes her eyes tighter, snuggling deeper into the blankets. She takes a deep breath, content filling her up, when she notices that it doesn't smell like her bed.
It smells like cologne and fruit and something like sweat mixed with bodywash.
Her blue eyes shoot open and she sees that she is, in fact, snuggled into his bare chest with his arms wrapped around her waist protectively, possessively, sweetly.
"Ohmygod…" She breathes, so afraid that they –
They didn't.
She exhales a sigh of relief, hands placed softly on his chest, while she recalls last night's events.
They watched Casablanca and played Monopoly and she tried to sketch him a million times but he wouldn't cooperate so they ended up just talking about his book and she stayed the night (after convincing her sweet roommate to cover for her) since by the time they realized how late it was it was beyond curfew.
She manages to pull herself closer to him, entangling their legs further, snuggling deeper into his cool body. Soon she ends up so tired she can't remember what woke her up in the first place.
She falls back asleep with a small smile on her face, dreaming of a blond knight with sparkling green eyes who is saving her, a peasant, from her evil and controlling family while leaving his beautiful princess behind.
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He wakes up feeling warmer than usual. It's not unpleasant, not in the slightest, just unusual.
But then he sees her cuddled up to him and he recalls that she's warm all the time and it makes perfect sense.
Whoa. Back this shit the fuck up. Why is she cuddled up next to him? Did they…? No. He would remember if they did. Zack Martin would not forget such a thing.
"We didn't." He breathes softly, relief flooding into his every nerve ending as he pulls her and her warmth closer, tighter, as near to him as he can have her.
He loses himself in her smell – ocean, fruity perfume, and what he knows smells like him.
The smirk doesn't leave his face, even as he falls asleep and dreams about a beautiful princess he needs to save from the evil dragon, whose eyes keep flashing from chocolate to sapphire.
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"Good morning, beautiful. You know, a guy could get used to seeing your pretty face every time he wakes up." He tells her after a while of them just sitting in silence, enjoying the way the other's body temperature is a contrast to their own and it makes them comfortable, a smile on each of their faces.
"But you have a girlfriend, sweetheart. You shouldn't be saying things like that." She chastises jokingly, and he rolls his eyes. But he's grinning nonetheless.
"I said 'a guy', beautiful. Not specifically me." He says, and it's her turn to roll her eyes. Does he not understand that she didn't want him to say that? That she wanted to feel special, if only for a moment?
Obviously he didn't.
"Nice save, Hero." She chuckles, and his eyes widen at what she called him.
"Is that my nickname, pretty thing? Like how Cody and Bailey and Woody and London have one? That's mine?" He asks her in the most adorably innocent voice she thinks she's ever heard in her life, his eyes sparkling with childlike amazement.
He's so wonderful.
"Yeah, Hero. Ya like it?" She asks him, biting her lip, and he nods with a smile.
