Two Of Hearts

Bad idea

As Sylvia lays next to me, the only thing that is ringing in my head is that this was a bad idea. How can I let a person who I know is not right in the head sleep next to me? What if she has a random twisted urge to get rid of me? After half an hour of me sleeping away from her and trying to get the time to pass by, I turn around to see her features looking soft as she sleeps soundlessly. The moonlight that enters the window illuminates her glowing complexion, and her long dark eyelashes cast a shadow on her cheeks. She suddenly opens her eyes, and I almost jump out of the bed because I don't know if I am scared or embarrassed. She smiles and says, "Cannot sleep?"

"I- yeah. What about you?"

"I am not used to sleeping next to someone."

I sigh and say, "Sylvia, you can go back to your room. I wasn't actually expecting you to sleep here."

Her eyes scan me as if to consider my offer, but then she closes the distance, and my heart speeds up at the contact. She wraps her arms around me as she nuzzles her head against my shoulder like it is something casual. I hesitate a little, but after a few seconds of weighing the options in my head, I ease into the contact and let the warmth of her body engulf me. It has been so long since I let anyone near me like this.

"Good night, Ivy."

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The blaring sunlight wakes me up from my deep slumber, and I look at Sylvia tangled with me like we are an old married couple. I can feel her soft chest at my side, and my eyes are fixated on her neck. I must be going crazy because all I want to do is plant a kiss there. She stirs awake after God knows how many minutes I spent appreciating her beauty. The moment she opens her eyes, she is frowning, looking at the window, and then sits up to look at the clock on the side table.

"I am- I overslept?" She looks so confused, and I cannot help but find the sight of her being disheveled with her eyes wide in disbelief endearing.

"Have you never overslept before?" I ask, almost intrigued.

"Never."

"There goes our chance to bond over the dead body."

She looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

I continue yapping because of course I do, "You know the whole power of friendship thing that you were gonna show me the body and I would swoon and-"

"Ivy," she says with a hint of a smile.

"What? I am stating facts. Now you gotta go and do your... boring job and control your... weird killing impulses. I guess I should head home."

She sighs as if she cannot believe what she is about to do. She picks up her phone and presses call, "Hey Tiffany, I have a fever, so I won't be able to make it to the office today. You can email me any documents that need overseeing, and I will check."

I raise my eyebrows at her because what is she doing?

When she is done, she turns to me and says, "Looks like our bonding time is not postponed after all, darling."

My jaw is on the floor, and I cannot help the red flush from spreading all across my face. Sylvia is... unhinged. Her eyes crinkle at the edges as she smiles at my expression and then saunters out of the room casually, all the while I still haven't moved an inch. After a few seconds of processing, a laugh escapes me.

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