Dead By Night Time - [ENGLISH]

47. Difficult Behavior.

Pov Asher Wilson
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The pressure of Bea's body on top of my own made me relax in a way I had never felt before. Yes, I had been cuddling with Billie quite often, but that didn't feel like this. 

The weight of her body calmed me down in a likable way, an addictive way. Bea had mentioned she didn't want me in her bed, which told me she just didn't want to sleep besides me, which was totally understandable, but she still did. 

I had fallen asleep in her grip yesterday evening, but when I woke up, she was still laying in my arms and I didn't mind that at all. Maybe I just held on to her too tight which caused her to stay in my arms. Fuck me I better didn't do that, because I didn't want to force the girl in doing things she didn't want to do yet. 

My ears perked up as I heard a deep sigh leave Bea's mouth as she shifted a little, her leg moving to lay besides my hip instead of between my legs. Her hips wiggled slightly as she pressed them tighter against my left hip, nose pressing against the skin of my neck causing me to feel her breath slide over my skin every time she exhaled. 

Yeah, definitely the best feeling in the world, but that I was still wearing denim jeans and a pretty tight T-shirt annoyed me. We both hadn't changed into pajamas or the like last evening, so that wasn't very comfortable, but I still liked serving as a bed for the smaller girl. 

The kiss she gave me yesterday meant a lot to me. I first meant it as a joke, but when she actually gave me one I couldn't help but tear up as it made me think back at momma. I didn't expect that Bea would stay after the kiss, but I loved that she did, and I was grateful for it as well. 

Even while I only got out of prison yesterday we created a bound, a bound I never formed with someone before. And I still wondered how that happened so quickly. Maybe because we were sorta living past each other, or that's what it had felt like for me these past few months, very weird at least. 

My arms wrapped a little tighter around her waist as I rolled on my side, keeping her close to me as a whine left her mouth, surprising me.

'I liked your chest better.' She muttered, eyes staying shut. I didn't think she was awake yet, but she appeared to be still.

'And I liked your pillow better.' I stuck my tongue out and shoved my arm underneath her head, letting her lay on my bicep as I hooked my forearm around her head, swirling her hair around my fingers calmly as I kept my other arm over her waist. A soft groan left her mouth as she hummed, sniffing after.

'How do you even like my pillow better? Did you sleep in my bed or something when I wasn't here?' She asked softly, face seeming relaxed by the hair playing. A soft chuckle left my mouth, knowing what the answer was.

'I just laid on it when I was here with Billie, never went under your blankets so don't worry.' I muttered back softly, laying my head still tired against hers, closing my eyes again too. 

She stayed silent for a while, making me think she drifted back to sleep until I opened my eyes, catching the girl glaring up at me. A laugh left my mouth as I dropped my head back against the pillow on the bed.

'You laid on my precious bed?' She asked as her arm crossed my chest, pushing herself up to hang her face in front of mine. A soft chuckle rolled over my lips again, giving myself the permission to look at her calmly. 

Her skin was pretty clean, freckles covering her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, and her eyes weren't as empty anymore as they were at school. Her lips had a red color, not being too big but neither thin. Just perfect.

'I did, yes.' I answered, making her roll her eyes as she sighed in despair.

'You seriously took away every bit of my privacy, didn't you?' She asked, making me grin proudly. I actually didn't take all of her privacy away at all. I just laid on her bed to read her notes, but I didn't stick my nose in her closet or desk to see what was in there.