Fixated

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Two things caught my attention as I opened my eyes this morning. 

For one, it was completely dark. Usually when I wake up, the sun is peeking through the curtains, but for once, the blinds were drawn shut. 

The second thing is the heavy arm draped over my side. 

I rolled over under his arm, him pulling me slightly closer as I did so. I closed my eyes for a second, praying that he was still asleep. 

I opened my eyes to find Archer, his messy hair falling in his face as he slept peacefully. If I wake him up he'll probably bring up what happened last night, but I need to shower. If I let him sleep he will still bring it up, just at a later time after I've showered. Then there is the chance that he'll wake up while I'm in the shower and try to start something. 

I stopped overthinking for a second, trying to analyze the situation. 

If my mom comes in and sees a boy in my bed... while I'm in the shower... it won't be good at all. 

I reached out, tucking the strand of loose hair back from his face, gently shaking him by his shoulder. 

"Archer.." I whispered loudly. 

His face scrunched up, his lips pouting for a moment. 

Adorable.

"What?" He mumbled, his voice hoarse and raspy. 

Scratch that, fine as hell.

"You need to get up, I have to shower," I whispered. 

He opened his eyes slowly, letting them find me. 

"What time is it?" He asked, looking around. 

I turned my head, my eyes landing on the clock. 

9:50 a.m. 

"Almost ten," I said, turning back around to face him. 

His face was closer to me this time, his elbow propping him up on the pillow. 

"When did I say you could climb into bed with me?" I asked, trying to push myself away from him. It was a fail considering his arm was still wrapped around my waist. 

"I assumed you would be fine with it, especially since you tried to jump my bones last night," He mumbled, smirking. 

I felt the blush climb up my cheeks as I groaned loudly, turning my back to him. 

"I did not," I said, pushing his arm off of my waist. 

I climbed out of bed, trying to ignore his laughing. 

"Okay," He mumbled sarcastically. 

I grabbed a pair of shorts and a baggy sweatshirt from my drawer, setting them on top of the dresser. 

I glanced at the closed curtains, wandering what would happen to Archer if my stalker found out he had stayed the night. 

Nothing good.

"You should probably go," I said, rubbing my temples. 

No doubt there'd be a migraine coming on shortly, especially if he doesn't leave within the next three minutes. 

"I thought you said something about a shower," He said, springing up from the bed and crossing the floor to me. 

I shoved him lightly as I passed him. 

"Yeah, for me. You should go before then," I said, standing in my closet looking for my tennis shoes. 

I was planning on going to the park today, maybe bringing Brooke with me. If I have a migraine I'll just stay in, I'll probably sleep most of the day.