Contumacious

Parte 14

He shuffled his way to my side of the bed as I backed off a bit so he could have my spot, how was I not feeling cold at all?

Especially those covers, they drive me nuts!

I felt his coldness hit me like a wave, due to temperature change. I lazily wrapped my arm around his back as he let out out a very quiet moan I wouldn't hear if we weren't so close. I doubt he even heard himself.

I smirked to myself as I told him, "give my your hands," and he defensively gave them to me.

I took my arm from around him, and took hold of his palms instead, expectedly, they were ice cold.

I pressed them against my chest, which was a couple of degrees warmer than his hands.

I couldn't exactly see him, but I could make out as much as him blushing even through the darkness.

After his hands were on my chest, I rested my chin on top of his head. "Now sleep" I instructed, closing my eyes and letting out a deep sigh, as he seemed to listen and drifted into sleep too.

5 30.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

The noise I dreaded more than anything. I tried grabbing the speaker from the back, but it seemed impossible. It's my wake up call. Literally.

He was too tangled up to allow me to move. Face buried deep in my neck only thing I could feel was his short hair tickling me. And his leg wrapped itself around mine.

I frowned my eyebrows as I processed what was happening and tried to slowly untangling myself legs first...

What the fuck? I don't give two shits. I tangled my hand into his hair pulling him from it, given that it was everywhere.

"Ow, ow, ow," was the first thing he said.

"Too clingy.." I stated.

"Sorry," he said for the.. I lost count. While rubbing his hair probably from where I pulled.

I pulls the duvet off of me and boy, was that a sticky experience, too hot.

I got up, finished what I didn't last night, showered, and got in my trainers.

"I'm leaving, kid," I yelled by the door after grabbing my keys, and my phone.

Well now thats not good, the gym was stacked. Couldn't risk it. With my sunglasses still up, and my cap still on, I thought of taking a jog outside for a change.

Horrible idea. What was it hundred degrees out there?

A long playlist later, I was back in the hotel reception. Dragging way too much attention with my condition.

Imagine being in a 7-star hotel and seeing a random dude sweating his balls off.

To avoid an unnecessary scene, I jogged back to elevators. I could pass free weights today. Pressing 50th floor I was opposite of the door in a glimpse.

Getting into the shower directly, I was out shortly, getting to see the actual room. And what do I see? A definitely Narcoleptic person right behind my eyes.

Looks like he didn't have breakfast. I grabbed a pillow from the floor and slapped him with it, "wake up!" I shouted.

He looked scared and taken aback. Jumping from the bed he asked, "what happened? What's going on?"