You All Over Me [BxB]

Eighteen

It's warm. It smells good. And it's really, really comfortable. 

"This is nice..." Theodore mumbles as his eyes gradually blink open.

Still lethargic, he feels his right cheek pressing against something solid, his left arm and leg clinging to a firm... muscled body?

It takes Theodore a moment before it registers that he is embracing Jacob. The bolster pillow is above their heads, clearly not fulfilling its intended purpose.

How did this happen?

Heart thudding, Theodore grimaces and carefully pulls away, trying not to wake Jacob. His blood surges through his veins and heightens all his senses.

"Did you have a good sleep?"

Theodore's head snaps toward the woman lying on the bed. Stella is propping her chin on her palm, her lips curved in amusement.

"Did you..."

"Yep. I saw. I watched. And I took a souvenir." She swings her phone with a teasing grin.

"Delete it," Theodore orders sternly, teeth clenched. Stella sticks out her tongue.

"Why would I? You guys looked so cute. You were holding Jacob so tightly. Very territorial. No one's gonna steal him, ya know."

He blushes, his nostrils flaring. "Stella, I swear I'll-"

"What? What're you gonna do?" Stella taunts. "I'll show this to Jacob."

"Stella-!" Theodore snarls, accidentally raising his tone.

Jacob makes a low grunt as he starts to stir, rubbing his eyes.

"Hm? What time is it?" he asks in a raspy voice.

"It's 9 a.m.," Stella responds, sitting upright.

"That's early..."

"It's late!" Theodore replies and stands up from the floor, glaring at his wicked best friend. She's gonna kill him.

Jacob tilts his head, his messy bangs falling into his eyebrows. "Why are you yelling, Theo?"

"I'm not!"

Theodore hasn't been sleeping well lately due to stress, but that morning, despite his reluctance to admit it, he feels well-rested.

"I... I'll just take a shower..." he murmurs, looking directly at Stella. "And I don't have spare clothes for you."

"Yeah, yeah." Stella scoffs. "But you have clothes for Jacob."

"We have the same build!"

"We do?"

"You only have broader shoulders!"

Stella nods. "His chest is more toned, too."

Theodore grumbles, "The point is, he can get away with whatever I have. If not, he can walk back to his place. It's five minutes away."

Jacob pulls himself up and yawns, "Nah, I'll wear your clothes."

"Aw, that's cute. You guys share clothes."

Theodore clears his throat. "Anyway! What's the plan, Stella?"

She slides off the bed and heads to the kitchen for a glass of water like she owns the place.

And Theodore doesn't mind. They used to have sleepovers. What he minds is her having evidence that could make him implode.

"I'll get a cab to my place so I can change. Then I'll meet you at the hospital."