I lay in bed. Cold. The bitter January frost was sleepy working its way into my apartment as I laid awake all night. I sighed. I fidgeted around and an annoyed grumbled sounded from Shawn's mouth.
"What're you doing?" He questioned, his eyes still closed.
"Just getting comfortable." I stated.
"Well fine, but hurry up and go to sleep." He flipped on to his other side facing away from me and I arched my eyebrow. I swung my leg over his bare torso and my arm placed over his chest. "y/n!" He groaned.
"I'm just tryna cuddle with you." I stated.
"I'm sorry but I don't feel like having your hair in my face all night."
"You don't have to!" I whined. "I just want you to face me and wrap me up in your arms whilst you kiss more forehead and run the tips of you fingers up and down the side of my waist." He turned over to face me small smile crept on to his face. He pressed a kiss onto my forehead and draped his arm over my waist and ran his fingers up and down my sides.
"Thank you." I mumbled and he just smiled again.
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