Crimson hearts

Chapter seven: Morning

~Mateo~

I walked into my bedroom, holding Celeste bridal style after we had just argued about who takes the bedroom.

We agreed each one of us will sleep on the opposite sides of the bed.

I carefully put Celeste on the right side of the bed, as I took the left side to protect her in case someone breaks in, since the door is on the left side of the room.

Trust me, I am speaking from experience.

I tried to shake her to wake her up, so she can change into something more comfortable than what she was wearing.

I am gonna hate waking her up in the morning.

I gave up on waking her up, and I definitely wasn't going to do anything to her in her sleep, with no consent.

I changed into my pajamas and got ready to go back into bed next to her.

Fuck, that sounds wrong without context.

I tucked her into bed, securing the blankets around her.

I got under the blankets on the other side, and got comfortable.

I stared at Celeste like a fucking creep for what seemed like the whole night, not feeling a single ounce of shame about it.

I turned to the other side, and suddenly started hearing someone crying and pleading.

I turned around to find Celeste panicking, and thrashing around in the bed.

The fuck?

"No, n-no. . . please I-I'm sorry. . . m-make it stop."

Shit, she's having a nightmare. I do not know how to deal with someone crying, let alone someone having a fucking nightmare.

I scooted closer to her as I pulled her to my chest in one movement, rubbing her back and drawing circles on it every now and then.

I started to hear her breath evening out as she relaxed in my arms.

I kept holding her to my chest and rubbing her back until she fell asleep again.

Yeah, that's it, I'm gonna pull away when she's asleep and relaxed.

Fuck no, who am I kidding.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead and held her tightly to my body, like she belonged in my arms, and my arms only. I finally fluttered my eyes shut and fell asleep.

~Celeste~

I woke up, feeling more comfortable than usual, and took in my surroundings.

Fuck, I slept so good last night.

I felt something hugging me from behind.

Or rather someone.

I looked behind me and boy, when I say I was shocked to find a specific sleeping beauty spooning me.

The sleeping beauty is Mateo, in case you haven't noticed.

His arms were holding onto my waist, hugging me, and his chin was rested on my head. Our legs were somehow entangled together.

How did we end up in this position? You're asking the wrong person.

Do I want this moment to end? Somehow, no.

I turned my body towards Mateo, and hugged him back, resting my cheek on his chest, and tried to get back to sleep.