Demitra Kalogeras Imagines (gxg)

Baking (Part 10)

(Y/N's POV)

I wake up to the feeling of arms around me, and for a second, I think I've accidentally entered someone's dream. But nope this is real. Demitra's arms are wrapped around me like we're in some cheesy rom com, and her head is resting on my chest like she's perfectly at home.

I blink a few times, trying to piece together what happened. Last thing I remember, I was falling asleep on the couch and now... I'm here. In her bed. With her hugging me like she's never letting go.

I don't even know what to think right now. All I know is I'm not mad about it, even though I should be. Her breath is warm against my skin, and I can hear her heartbeat matching mine. It's weirdly peaceful, and I'm not sure if I should pull away or just pretend this never happened.

I try to move a little, but the second I do, she tightens her hold like she's trying to pull me back in. "Y/n..." she murmurs, her voice low and sleepy, and I can't help how fast my heart's beating right now.

Okay, now this is definitely a problem.

Her hand is on my waist, and it's like my entire body is locked in place. The longer I lie here, the more I start to think I'm in deep. She's still asleep, and there's something ridiculously cozy about the way her body fits with mine. But then, she shifts slightly, her face nuzzling deeper into my neck, and I swear I can feel her smiling.

"Stop moving"

I can't help but smile. First of all I don't even remember driving back to their house from the diner. Someone must've carefully tucked me in. 

I always fall asleep when I go out with friends so Alex does that a lot.

I glance down at her, trying to prevent her from hearing my heart beating. I let out a quiet breath, trying not to disturb her sleep.

Her grip on me softens just a little, and I feel the urge to shift again. But then she mumbles something, her words barely understandable. "stop..."

I let it out with a quiet sigh, my fingers gently brushing through her hair. She moves a little, but doesn't wake up. I settle in deeper, letting the curves of her body against mine. "Demitra," I whisper softly, nudging her lightly. No response. I try again, a little louder this time. "Hey, Demitra, wake up."

I try to wiggle out from under her arm, but it only makes grip on me tighter. Seriously? This girl is way too comfortable right now. I start to laugh but stop when remembering that she's quite literally half asleep right now.

"Demitra," I try again, more louder this time, giving her a little shake. "Come on, wake up, you're gonna be late for- whatever it is we're doing today."

"Hm?" she mumbles, her voice husky from just waking up. She blinks again, her face relaxed as she looks at me. "What time is it?"

"I don't know, but if you don't wake up, we'll be stuck here all day."

She groans, rubbing her eyes with one hand before reaching up to adjust the mess of hair falling in front of her face. "I'm so not ready to be up right now," she mutters, her voice low and sleepy.

"Well, you gotta get up anyway," I tease, trying to pull myself out of the bed, but she holds me down again with surprising strength. "Okay, okay, I get it. You want to prison me in your bedroom. That's a bit freaky Mia."

She finally opens her eyes fully, gazing at me for a second before a lazy smile creeps across her face. "You're so hard to convince," she says, still not letting go of me. "But fine, I guess we'll get up. Only because you're so hot."