I woke up yawning and stretching my arms.
My head definitely hurt less and I could think clear again.
My hip was also hurting less and I could easily stand up although I still was carefully.
I remembered that Scott was probably laying on my sofa.
1 second later I stood in front of the closet picking a beautiful outfit.
I then walked out of the bedroom slinking down the hallway past the living room trying to not wake Scott up.
Yet I couldn't stop staring at this beautiful sleeping man.
His eyelashes were so long, his lips pouted innocent and his blonde curls were messy.
I smiled at this sight but then continued heading to the kitchen to make us a coffee.
"Mitch?"
Did I wake him up?
I turned around and looked directly into his blue eyes.
His morning voice was so sexy and he was so tipsy rubbing his eyes.
"Yes, Scott? Did I wake you up?"
"No! Why were you staring at me for a fucking century?"
Shit. He noticed.
"Uhm, I-I...!"
"It's okay! I stare at you way too often", he laughed and blushed.
"Do you want coffee?", I tried to divert from the topic.
"Yes, please!"I made him the best coffee I could do and returned to him sitting next to him.
"Here you go!", I gave him the cute cup.
He drank it quickly and eager.
Scott looked sheepishly at the ground.
"Can I dress up, please?"
"Oh uhm, yeah, of course, sorry!", right I forgot that he was shirtless and just in boxers showing his beautiful stunning upper body, "Here or do you want to go to the bathroom?"
"Bathroom?"
"Ok, I think you already know where it is, right?"
"Haha, yeah, I do!", he laughed, grabbed his shirt and pants and then disappeared.A few minutes later he came back dressed perfectly and looking good and hot as fuck as always.
"You're staring again?"
"Uhm, sorry, I-!"
"It's okay!", Scott laughed. He must think I'm an idiot.
I hoped he didn't notice that I have a crush on him.
It would probably ruin our friendship.
"What should we do today?", I asked still standing in the middle of the room.
"Stay here? Watch spongeb- eh, I mean some random Tv show and cudd- I mean chill and eat?", why was I stuttering and talking shit?
I smiled at me his small laughlines made me feel warm and comfy.
I folded my hands in my lap.
"Sounds good! And did you mention Spongebob?"
What should I say? Yes or no? Would he find it childish? But lying isn't good neither.
"Yes!", I whispered, "I like it! Like... a lot!", now I smiled.
"I already knew that!", he laughed and I looked at him surprisingly.
"How?"
"Well, it's pretty obvious!", he pointed at my exposed Spongebob tattoo sleeve.
Of course!
How could you overlook that.
"But I like it too, so we can watch it! If you like to..."
I nodded eagerly.
He grabbed my arm and shoulder and dragged me to the couch.
On the way he took the remote to turn on the Tv and switched to the sender Spongebob was on.
We sat on the couch and he suddenly pulled me to his chest.
My heart began beating faster.
I definitely didnt expect his tight hug.
Laying my head on him, feeling his breathing chest and his warm hands on my arm and back.
We were so close.
Such close friends.
And I loved it.In the beginning I was nervous and excited but now I felt more and more comfortable and slowly snuggled into him.
I enjoyed our position, couldn't really concentrate on the episode and was more than happy.
Somehow my feelings grew bigger and bigger from minute to minute and it was hard to suppress them.After an hour after Spongebob has finished we sat still.
Yet we were still staring at the screen.
Suddenly he wrapped his arms around my whole body and pulled me onto him while he was leaning back.
I tensed my body surprised by his action.
Now he was laying on the couch, me on top of him.
Almost every inch of our bodys touched and I couldn't believe I was that close to him.
He was so warm and comfortable to cuddle with.
I realxed and enjoyed his save, proprietorial grab, holding my tiny body.
After a while I got more and more tired.
My eyelids got heavier and my thoughts were drifting off.
Before I fell asleep I felt lips kissing the spot under my ear.
Did I just imagine that?
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