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5 More Minutes

Badum

Badum

Badum

Inhale. Exhale.

I shivered as air slid easily over my arm. Suddenly, I was enveloped in more warmth. I sighed and snuggled deeper into it, trying to let sleep take me back. There was a slight pressure on the top of my head and the whisper of my name.

I refused to open my eyes yet. I was way too comfortable to even think about moving. I could continue sleeping much longer if I really wanted to. I hadn't slept like this in ages. Preparations the last few months had made me easily wake up on edge, and the last few nights had been uncomfortable as I tried to sleep sitting up.

"Y/N."

I groaned in disapproval and there was a chuckle in response.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

My eyes fluttered open as I came face to face with a... shirt? My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and I turned my head up to find a face.

The face smiled back at me. "Did you sleep well?" It whispered to me.

"What?" I blinked several times trying to adjust to the sunlight that illuminated the room. The face cleared and my eyebrows unfused from each other.

Realization hit me and I sat up fast. I reached up to my face, wiping sleep from my eyes. "What time is it?"

Chan chuckled again. "1, I think. I haven't actually checked yet."

I whirled back to him. "1 pm?" I moved to get up, but his arms pulled me back down next to him.

"Chan, let me go. I have to wor..." His lips brushed against mine and the words I was going to say seemed to disappear from my mind.

"You have time. Stay here for a bit longer." He pulled me closer to him.

"But..."

He shook his head. "Nope. Five minutes won't kill you. But it will kill me."

"Chan."

"Two days from now, we won't be able to do this. And it will kill me to not have even known what it was like." He glanced down at me. "Just 5 minutes." Then he kissed my forehead. "Promise."

I sighed. Didn't I want to stay in bed just minutes ago? Five more minutes wouldn't hurt, I guess.

"Ok." I managed to mumble out as I snuggled closer to his chest, hiding a small smile.

I hated to admit it, but Chan is absolutely right. My brain slowed back down as I pushed out all of the things I needed to finish from my brain. After tomorrow, we wouldn't be able to do anything like this.

After tomorrow, we would go back to being just two people whose only connection was that I am a criminal, and he is the police captain in charge of my case. There would be no more slight touches that burned my skin, no more gentle kisses that made me dizzy, and absolutely no more gazes that made my cheeks burn. We would be apart just like we should have been all along.

As if he sensed what I was thinking, Chan squeezed me tighter. "What are you thinking about?" He whispered.

"Tomorrow."

I nodded. "Nervous, sad, excited?"

I scoffed. "Yes."

He chuckled. "One or all of them?"

I scooted back a bit away from him so I could look at him better. He smiled slightly, but I saw how the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. It was just like he had said the night before. Reality was about to hit us like a ton of bricks.