I don't clearly remember how we got to this point. What I know, though, is that I'm lying on the complete right edge of my bed, and he is calmly sleeping on the entirety of the left side of it, fucker. Just sleep, sleep, and forget this ever happened, he'll be gone in the morning. As much as I hate to say it, I fell asleep listening to his deep even breaths.
After walking centuries I came home drenched, bloody, and cold and all I wanted was peace.
Waking up in the middle of the night is not something I particularly liked but waking up with arms around my torso is something unpleasantly pleasant that I'm not used to.
Moving my hand, I felt around my chest and found someone else's hand on my stomach, a big hand, a strong forearm. When I realized I was being embraced by a man I tried to wiggle myself out of his grip, but like quicksand he pulled me into his chest tighter, I was so tired and confused.
It was strange to be held while being in such a vulnerable state of slumber.
'Stop moving like that,' a few whispers against my nape and just like that I'm freezing. He was warm, really warm I realized, but that didn't stop the shivers on my back.
'Let go of me then.'
'Does it bother you?' I didn't even hesitate to say: 'Yes.' And he didn't hesitate to let go and turn his back towards me, jerk.
I regret it now; I miss the warmth.
I knew what I was doing, but I told myself I'm subconsciously searching for comfort as I pressed my arm against his back, 'You said to let go, so why are you touching me?' I don't know why I thought he fell back asleep, and I wouldn't be found out.
'I didn't think you'd actually listen.' I'm an idiot.
He probably thought so too based on the scoff he let out. He partially turned and stretched his arm out above my head, automatically I nestled my head on his bicep, he fully turned on his back. I pressed myself against his side and put my hand on his chest, it's like he has a fever, he's so hot.
Maybe I'm just freezing.
Worry made me reach out and touch his forehead, his chest rumbled as he chuckled, 'What's this?' I just love embarrassing myself, it's a talent, a superpower of mine, I'm going to blame it on sleepiness.
'You're just really warm.' He reached for my hand and held it in his, our fingers intertwined as he stroked my knuckles with his thumb, 'I'd say you're the problem,' can't say he's wrong,
'If I didn't know any better, I'd say your blood is below freezing.'
'Do you know better?' huffing in annoyance is something I do often, he must be in such a good mood if he keeps laughing, laughing at me, asshole.
'Did you forget who I am?' Then it hit me, that's when I realized in whose arms, I was getting comfortable, to say the least I jumped.
'I don't want to cuddle.' I snapped and was back on the complete edge of the bed.
'You didn't seem to have a problem with it.' Stop acting like I hurt your feelings!
'I do now, though.'
'What's so wrong with it?' He didn't sound tired at all, he sounded as if he was wide awake. Even if he wasn't I sure as hell was, now. 'You.' A diplomatic answer.
'Oh, wow you've really outdone yourself.'
He's making fun of me; I would kill him if I wasn't so scared of turning around to face him.
'Couples cuddle.'
'Friends cuddle too.'
'We're not friends.'
