One Temptation

Midnight Chaos (Chapter 39)

I wrote this chapter the day I started writing this story, and I'm finally using it.

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I roll over onto my side and come face-to-face with a rock-hard... something.

I can't quite put my finger on what this 'rock-hard something' is.

Adjusting my position beneath the covers, I pull the blanket over my face to block the moonlight streaming through the thin curtains.

Blanket... right, so I'm in a bedroom.

As I squirm around in this unfamiliar space, I suddenly find myself staring at a very familiar someone sleeping next to me.

Squinting in the dim light, I'm met with a high-pitched scream that erupts from my throat.

The shadow of the figure beside me snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

The familiar scent of manly cologne mixed with a hint of cinnamon and peppermint fills my nostrils.

The last thing I remember is West stroking my hair gently and tucking me into bed after that heart-wrenching nightmare.

Curious, I glance at the arm still wrapped around my waist, trying to make sense of my surroundings.

Through the soft glow of moonlight, I see the unmistakable wavy hair and black shirt that belong to him.

I let out a sigh and roll my eyes, directing my gaze elsewhere in the room.

It's West, sprawled next to me.

I attempt to pry his arm off my waist, snug against my body.

"Mmh," he mumbles, clearly still half-asleep. "Stop moving, will you?"

His voice is raspy, filled with the remnants of sleep. It was hot.

SHUT UP BRAIN.

"Get your hands off me, West," I whisper-yell, realizing it's definitely past midnight. Yelling doesn't seem appropriate right now.

"I'm comfortable, let me be," he replies.

I'm facing the door, with his front pressed against my back. Just great.

"West, please, you're cutting off my circulation," I groan.

"Good," he retorts, "That way you'll stop moving."

I slap his hand, and though he doesn't let go, he loosens his grip.

Reaching forward, I try to wriggle free but end up toppling over instead.

An ear-piercing scream escapes my lips as I crash onto the carpeted floor.

My back doesn't stand a chance of surviving this morning, it's already protesting, and I can feel it getting worse.

West's face shoots up, and he fumbles to turn on the lamp.

In the process, I drag down half the blanket with me. I yank the rest around me as I try to gather myself.

"What the actual fuck, Mads?" he says, his voice loud but laced with annoyance.

I can't tell if he's upset with me or if my fall woke him up.

I whine as I attempt to sit up, leaning against the bedside table.

"Did you just fall off the bed?" he asks, his tone serious yet tinged with sarcasm.

I blink at him, deadpan. "Nope, I attacked the floor."

"Backwards?" he raises an eyebrow.

"What can I say, West? I'm talented."