Emory Lynch is tired, she is tired and she's craving ice cream. That's the only thing in her mind when she ends up at a store in Hamburg at three in the morning, not knowing a word of German. To her luck, she wasn't the only one in the store. A myst...
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A knock on my door woke me up.
I ignored it at first, hoping the person would go away. But did they? No. So I groaned and rolled over before sitting up, I looked at the clock and groaned even louder.
It's 3:00 am, what could a person possibly want at this hour?
I got off the bed and waddled to the door, before opening it with my eyes more closed than open. I blinked the blurriness away and looked up.
"What the fuck do you want?" I asked, squinting up at Tom.
Tom stared down at me, his hands nervously fidgeting by his sides, "I want to sleep with you"
My eyebrows rose to my hairline, "Beg your pardon?"
His eyes widened, "No- I meant like sleeping! Just sleeping, innocently...Can I?"
I stared at him for a few seconds before realizing it's entirely too early for me to give a fuck, so I just grabbed his hand and dragged him into the room without a word.
I climbed back on my bed and laid back down, "Get comfortable"
He was still wearing his clothes from yesterday while I wore an oversized shirt that covered my underwear. I'm sure he's uncomfortable.
I heard the shuffling of clothes and the sound of a zipper, then I felt the bed dip from his weight behind me. His hand slid over my waist and pulled me back into his chest. That's when I realized he only wearing his underwear.
Man I must be really tired cause I would've sneaked a peek by now.
Tom stuffed his face in the crook of my neck and kissed bellow my ear before sighing happily. I shuffled closer to his until my entire back was touching his front and pulled the blanket over our shoulders.
And went right back to sleep.
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How did we get here?
I'm staring at the ceiling of my room with my bladder about to explode, and Tom's giant self laying on top of me sound asleep - crushing the life out of me.
His face was hidden in my neck as he let out even breaths and all his body weight laid dead on top of me. My shirt had rode up to right under my boob, so my entire bottom half was uncovered - leaving my black lace underwear to show.
Tom must be having a really good dream, because when I woke up his hand was attached to my boob. His hand is quite literally just resting over it, unmoving.
