Sam pov
Colby begins to stir, mumbling something I can't understand, but it sounds like running. He's still asleep and breathing heavily. I think he's having a nightmare. I wrap my arms around him and rub his back. He then mumbles, "Safe." I think he's ok now. Hours later, he wakes up, and we talk
"Hey, are you okay?" I ask him
"Yeah, I'm a little disoriented, but I'll be fine," he says, rubbing his eyes. I giggle,
"Good," I say, glad
"So I was thinking," we both say insync, then we giggle, then we get lost in
eachothers eyes for the 4th time today.
"You go first," colby says, breaking the ice.
"I was thinking about what we're gonna tell our roommates?" I say more like a question than like a comment.
"I really don't know," colby responds
"Same." I respond to his response
YOU ARE READING
The One who Lived (Solby Story)
Любовные романыA romantic solby store but watch out it has sentive topics such as mental heath, depression, death, and possible suicide, so if those are a trigger watch at your own risk
