Murderized (Cody H.)

Nightmare Part III & IV

Nightmare Part III
He'd watch them along with you and he helped you find a new job afterwards, as soon as he'd felt like you were feeling a little happier.
Yet another proof of his kind heart was the fact that he was there at God knows what time in the middle of the night, not even complaining that you'd woke him up, but instead making sure that you were safe and sound.
It was complicated, feeling such an attraction for someone you lived with and with whom you would probably never get involved with romantically, but it didn't keep you from daydreaming of what it would be like to do so.
"Alright, I'm going to let you sleep." He said, interrupting your thoughts and you observed him turning off your bedside lamp and walking towards the door, letting you to sleep alone again, and making your heart stop for a second.
"Wait!" You yelled a little too loud and he turned around, looking at you surprised.
"Is everything okay?" He asked with his eyebrows furrowed and making his piercing move along with them.
"Could you..." You started shyly, not quite sure of how to admit to your roommate that you wanted him to stay the night with you. "I'm scared. Could you maybe... stay for a while?" You asked, fidgeting your fingers as you felt too embarrassed to look directly at him.
His frown relaxed and he smiled, closing the door the he'd just opened and walking back to you.
"Sure. Move over" He said and you did, leaving some space for him to fit in your bed.
He placed his head on the pillow and threw the covers over his body, closing his eyes immediately, and you were hit by the cologne he'd put on after showering, inhaling it as quietly as you possibly could without him noticing. It was the kind of scent that in someone else could probably smell different, so it was his. It was the smell of his sweaters out of the drier even though you'd already washed them. It was the smell of the cushions on the couch after he'd spent an entire afternoon watching How I Met Your Mother. And it was the smell that caused you an almost unstoppable need to wrap your arms around his neck and press your nose against his soft skin.

Nightmare Part IV
The needles on the clock on your nightstand kept ticking, minutes passing and the time for your alarm to go off probably mere hours away; but you were still unable to drift into sleep.
You tried to lie still, not turning around countless times as you would've done if he wasn't there in bed with you, but you didn't want to disturb him. He hadn't moved at all and it was almost torture to have him so close to you without being able to reach out and brush your fingers against his skin.
A heavy sigh you couldn't refrain escaped your lips and it caused him to open his eyes and look at you confused.
"You okay?" He asked, and you noticed how raspy his voice sounded from staying quiet for so long. It was a sound that tortured you every day when he walked into the kitchen to wish you a good morning and that you wished you could hear against your ear when you woke up, having him right next to you in your bed as he wrapped his arm around you and cuddled closer to your body, whispering sweet nothings until you opened your eyes.
Maybe it was more than just a crush.
You simply nodded; your mouth too dry to actually form any words at the thought of a sleepy, cuddly Cody next to you in bed invaded your thoughts.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" He said, turning around to his side to face you and somehow moving closer. You had to clear your throat before choking on your own tongue.
"I... um, I can't sleep" You admitted, wishing you didn't sound so nervous. But in your defense, you weren't used to having him at such a close distance, letting you notice the little freckles on his cheeks and the almost invisible scar above his eye that you wanted to trace with your finger so bad as he told you the story of how he'd gotten it.
"That sucks. I hate not being able to sleep" He admitted, placing an arm behind his head nonchalantly while his eyes scanned you in the dark, only interrupted by the moonlight creeping through the blinds. "Yeah, and what do you do when you can't?" You asked, mirroring his position and loving the way he looked in your bed, his hair, the color of a moonless sky contrasting with the white color of the pillows.