Chapter 3

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Sunlight filters in through the window in the room. I stir, but I feel an arm over my chest. Where am I? Who's holding onto me? I ask myself in my mind. I rub my eyes with my free hand and take in the surroundings a bit more, as my heartbeat slows. I realize I'm at my boyfriend's. He stirs a bit and holds me closer. I can't help but smile, yet worry clouds my mind. My parents do have work but, what if they call for me before they leave? I'll be in deep shit... I wonder in my mind.

"John, we need to get up. I need to get home." I say.

There's no reply except a grunt. I get up and gently set his arm against his own chest. After that, I grab my boots and put them on. I grab my bag and set it on the bed and take out my phone and my brush. Now there's a stir in the bed, as I check the time and brush my hair.

"Babe, what the hell're you doing?" John asks, in a confused, and tired tone.

"I need to get home, I passed out, so did you after 2 in the morning hit." I reply.

"Oh, well, do they ask for you before they leave for work?"

"No."

"Well, I don't think it matters, so come cuddle with me some more."

"No, I have to piss, then I will."

"Fine, geez. look who's the crabby one."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes."

"Oh hush."

After I say that, I close the bathroom door and pee. While I do so, I check stuff on my phone. I see my phone's been blown up with texts and YouTube notifications I say to myself.

"Hurry up, I want you back to cuddle." I hear from where I am.

"I'm getting there." I say, chuckling, and add, "I wanna cuddle too don't worry."

I walk out and see him smiling as I approach. All my response was, a smile back as I got my boots off and got face to face with him.

"Oh hey there." I say as I give his cheek a quick kiss and snuggle into him.

My eyes close and there's no sound except for the gentle breathing from us both. A smile stays on my face as I reach my hand out to hold his in return. after a few seconds of doing so, I feel a weight in my palm. His own hand, and I tighten my grip. A question was searing my mind, that's been wanting to be asked, but I ignore it.

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