Dude's A Lady?

Chapter Twenty Eight

"Thanks for helping out tonight." I mumbled sleepily resting my head on Ty's shoulder.

"Anytime Vivo...your friends seem pretty cool. A bit weird but cool." he mumbled just as sleepily.

"I love that bunch." I hummed on the verge of sleep when Ty shifted away from me. I groaned and frowned at him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I should get going before your parents find me sleeping on the couch with you." he said grabbing his coat and shrugging it on.

"You don't have to worry about that. They know you're my friend. Besides it's too late and you're too sleepy to drive. Just go to sleep on the couch and I'll grab you some blankets." I said pulling him down on the couch.

"Are you sure?" he asked hesitantly. I nodded and fetched him some blankets and pillows. Together, we made his bed for the night but by then my sleep had worn off.

"I should...uh I should head off to bed now. I'm bunking with Dom and Chloe tonight. Not the best combo but it's only until we all leave for Boston on Sunday." I said awkwardly. This feeling of unease around Ty was nerve wracking.

"You don't have to sleep with them if you don't want to. We can share the couch?" he mumbled scratching the back of his neck. Like a nervous tick or something.

I cracked a small smile and nodded. I would much rather share a couch with Ty than sleep with the girls. They were both rowdy and selfish sleepers. I didn't want their feet in my face in the morning. Or their fists pounding at my ribs for more room.

Ty made room for me on the couch. It was a tight squeeze but it wasn't bad. His arms hesitantly wrapped around my waist and I could feel his warm shaky breaths on the base of my neck.

"Is it okay if hold you?" he asked softly. My heart jumped in my throat and all I could manage was a meager nod.

Ty tightened his arms around me and we just sort of...melted. I think it was then that I realized I wasn't going to get a wink of sleep.

"Ty?" I whispered after a half hour. His breathing was heavy and rhythmic. Tell tell signs that he had checked into dreamland.

I carefully turned over in his arms. Sure enough I was right. His eyes were closed. If even possible, he looked happier asleep.

My hand moved on its own accord as they touched his soft blonde hair. Then it moved down and traced the small white scar above his lip. How could he look so peaceful in his sleep?

His skin twitched underneath my touch and I snapped my arm back. It's weird right? Touching someone's face as they're sleeping. I mean I've read books where someone touches someone else's face while they're sleeping.

It sounds romantic and sweet. But in reality it's a little creepy and it feels invasive. Like I wouldn't want someone touching my face while I try to sleep.

So why the hell did I do it?

Fuck, I'm so weird.

***

It's five o'clock in morning. Conversation got boring. You said you going to bed soon, so I snuck off to your bedroom-

Sleep has obviously not been kind to me. It was literally five in the morning and I had not slept. I couldn't find it in me to fall asleep. It was mission impossible for me. And I tried every sleep routine I've ever done.

I tried counting sheep. But then counting got too distracting and I hate counting. Unless it's money, because I mean-COME ON IT'S FUCKING MOOLAH!

Then I tried coming up with a fictional story in my head. But I just ended up with a problematic fanfic about a girl falling for two guys. How dumb and cliche is that?