I feel his chest pressed against my back, warm and comforting, and his arms sneakily wrap themselves around my waist. The corners of my mouth turn up in a soft smile, and my tense muscles relax.
"Thank you" I say quietly as he presses a soft kiss to the top of my head.
"My pleasure" he mutters into my ebony locks, still protectively wrapped around me.
I turn around to face him, a wide smile stretching my face.
"Let's go lie down" he tells me, and nuzzles our noses together in an intimate action before pulling apart, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the gargantuan mattress.
We both fall back on to the mattress, engulfed in a soft mess of pillows and blankets.
I feel, rather than see, him moving, grabbing a heavy object and lifting it onto the bed. I sit up, curious, and see it's a suitcase.
"I brought extra clothes" he explains. "I figured you wouldn't be comfortable sleeping in skinny jeans"
I give a huff of breath, feeling my heart stretch even further, to the point where I fear it may just leap right out of my chest in to his hands.
He hands me a pair of sweatpants and a loose cotton tee shirt, and then turns around to give me some privacy.
"Thank you" I say to him, losing track of the amount of times I've uttered those words this night. I burrow under the blankets and change swiftly, acutely aware of every outside movement.
When I resurface, he's changed, too, in to a paint-splattered camp tee and loose sweatpants much like the ones I'm wearing.
I smile at him, gratitude welling up in me, nearly physically moving me with the sheer force of the emotion.
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My Lover or My Enemy?
FanficA nobody around school, named Skylar Redmann, went to a local rock concert just at the right time, when she was there she thinks she almost dies, but instead meets the love of her life. Or she thinks so anyways.
