Bad Boys Can't Love

Awake

   I wake up, my eyes blurry. I close them again, more comfortable than I ever have been in my life. I feel safe and secure and comfy.
   Then I realize why- someone is cuddling me. I remember last night, how Adam went home early: leaving me with one possible cuddle buddy option. No way. Asher? He does not strike me as a cuddler. I feel so safe... A groan releases from my mystery cuddle buddy, and their grip around me tighten protectively.
    If it's Asher, it has to stop. I'm with Adam, and as long as we're together, I do something like this with anyone else.
   With that, I fling open my eyes and look around. I'm in my living room in my large couch. It's pulled out into the bed, I remember that. Asher and I pulled it out so that we can play board games while comfy. I see a Jenga block on my arm, he kicked my ass at that.
   I turn my head slightly, to see Asher sleeping gorgeously and peacefully. I smile at him, he must have cuddled me in the middle of the night in his sleep. Bad boys don't cuddle, but maybe their consciences do, you know, when they're unaware.
    I don't want to get up, I don't want to wake him. If I pretend to not have waken up, then I did nothing, right? I just really want to stay comfortable and under his protection.
    He pulls me even closer to him than I already was, in his sleep. I call feel his warm breath on my neck and my back against his chest. He has one hand over me and the other by my side. I take the one by my side, and clasp it into my own hand, holding it.
  What am I doing? I don't worry about my mom, she's out of town at a conference. His arm around me tightens more, making me feel even more safe. I close my eyes, heart racing, and drift off again.
  
   I wake up and glance at the clock: 9:30. Thank god it's Saturday. I wonder what time it was before. I'm in the same position as before, if not closer to him. I turn, and his eyes are open, his hand holding mine tightly. "Good morning." He smiles. I drop his hand and turn to him.
   "Woah we cuddled." I look at him, shocked. He smirks, which turns into a smile. "Sorry, I kind of knew I did that in my sleep. I just prayed that I wouldn't fall asleep here. Yet I did." He admits. "Trust me, it's okay." I gaze into his dreamy eyes, "You're a good cuddle buddy."
   He smiles, his good boy side showing through. I loved it when I saw the good in him, which started to be more often. Our ankles were intertwined, and I was still breathtakingly close to him. He was so gorgeous.
    "I know I cuddle, but you held my hand." He smiles at me. "What? No.." I deny, lying. "I was awake when you turned to me and took my hand." He confesses. I blush wildly, "Why didn't you say something?"  I ask.  "Because it would ruin the moment" he answers simply. The moment. We had a moment. I smile, he was nice in the mornings. With that, we gaze into each other eyes until our limbs falling asleep force us to get up.
   I hop up first, and he does second. He folds away the pull out couch and turns to me, smiling like an idiot. An adorable idiot.
   I go to my phone to plug it in, when I see a few messages. From Adam. "Shit." I mutter. "What?" Asher looks over my shoulder. It reads:
So I come by to bring you flowers this morning to apologize for being a douche to Asher, to see you cuddling with him. Holding his hand. Sleeping.
    I don't date cheaters. I love you so so soooo much Sarah, but we're done.
    I'm sorry.
  I cry at every word, from so to sorry. Asher holds me around the waist to comfort me. It's okay, though. Adam was more of the friendly friend than the boyfriend. So it's okay. Only three years in the trash, it's okay.

   Asher comes into my room the next day. "Hey." I manage a smile, as I'm drowning in tissues and ice cream. "I know this isn't the best time, but I wanted to say... Sorry I'm weird in the mornings." He tells me. I nod, "Same."
   We decide never to speak about the cuddling incident again.