Don't Look Down

Cheesy

I awkwardly got off Martin and lounged myself on his couch. With a smirk he turned on Netflix and made some popcorn. I decided we should watch Captain America and soon we were both on the sofa waiting for the film to start. Funnily enough we weren't even that close to each other during the film, probably because Martin decided to take half of the sofa. 

N: Stop hogging the sofa!

M: Or what?

Without hesitation I jump on Martin and start tickling him.

M: STOP, STOP! OK, OK, I'LL MOVE!

N: See, was that so hard?

Martin set in the corner and I sat just a few centimetres from him when suddenly I feel a hand intertwined with mine. Martin was pulling me closer to him and now we were cuddled in the cheesiest way possible. In the middle of the film I started to feel very tired and after a little a feel two hands under me and I feel as someone is handling me. Unexpectedly I feel a soft surface and I soon figured I was in someone's bed. I feel Martin's lips place a kiss on my forehead.

N: Don't go...

M: I would never.

I feel him get in the bed beside me. He wraps his hands around my waist and we somehow knot our legs together and I was soon over powered by sleep.

*Sorry filler chapter*