Skin to Skin

Sleeping over (huego's pov.)

                   I woke up, and he was right next to me, he looked comfortable. I managed to move out
from underneath him. I made my way to the bathroom. After I was done in the bathroom, I
became curious. I slowly made my way into the kitchen, where I searched through the fridge to
find something good to eat. This boy really had no healthy food whatsoever. I closed the fridge,
and made my way back to the living room where he was still sleeping, and I didn’t quite want to
leave. I went to search through the house to see if he had anything to entertain myself with.
Nothing, the only room I haven’t gone through is his bedroom. Should I go in there though? I
probably shouldn’t, but the urge to go in was becoming overwhelming. I walked in and walked
up to his dresser. I opened his drawer and found a few pairs of socks. Wow, socks, how nice. I
opened the next drawer and found underwear. I snuck a pair into my pants pocket. He probably
won’t notice anyway, I mean he does have a lot. I opened the other drawers and found nothing, I
then walked over to his nightstand and opened the single drawer to find a notebook. Inside was
full of pictures of me? I blushed looking at all the pictures, I knew it was stalking, but I couldn’t
really be mad at him. I honestly shouldn’t do this, I mean my daughter is still in love with him. I
couldn’t help myself though. I soon found myself back in the living room where he laid, I walked
up toward him and tried waking him up. It was no use though, I guess I got to do this roughly. I
picked him up and stood him on the ground where his eyes shot open.
                          “What's happening!” He screamed looking at his surroundings. “Chill, it’s just me, love.” I
said calmly. “Who are you?” He said looking at me with his eyes half open.
                            Oh my god, He has got to be an idiot. He’s going to be my idiot soon. I sighed to myself
and just hugged him. I noticed there was a major height difference, but I didn’t care, as long as
we could stay like this. His warmth was making my cold body warmer, I don’t think he noticed
my shirt was still off. Even if he did, I don't think he would care all that much. It was quiet for
about 2 minutes and I realized I needed to go.
                             “I'm sorry, little mouse, but I need to go.” I said quickly. “I’ll come back and get my
shirt later.” I then ran off outside leaving him with a confused look, and went to my car and
headed off.