In the morning I barely wake up fully. My eyes felt like they were burning with fatigue. I'm facing my door on the right side of the bed but arms are wrapped tightly around me and his legs are against my own. Damian's head rests against the back of my neck. A warm feeling swells in my chest and I lazily quirk a smile. I must've rolled over sometime in the night.
I notice a stream of light pouring in from a crack between my blackout curtains and I wonder what time it was. I lean over and grab my phone from my nightstand and am slightly shocked to see 8 am on my screen. How long have I been asleep? I send a text to my therapist and tell him I'm canceling for today and turn my phone off. An immediate relief seems to be lifted off my chest. Thank god I didn't have classes today.
I shift slightly because my arm is going numb but I end up stirring the sleeping figure behind me. "Is everything okay?" A raspier and deeper than usual voice asks from behind me. I turn around and adjust my sleeping position. My one arm wraps around his waist. He doesn't open his eyes but I can tell he's listening.
"Yeah. I canceled my session." I say and rest my head against the crook of his neck.
"Hm, good." He hums. I let out a small chuckle. I don't know why he hated my therapist so much. Was it the same reason I disliked him or a different reason? I wasn't sure.
"Am I tired because of you? Is it the bond?" I ask and close my eyes once he starts playing with my hair. He runs his fingers through it consistently and I sigh in content.
"Probably. You said you were an insomniac, right? That would only make sense as to why you're feeling so tired." He explains in a murmur and I manage a nod. After going so many days without sleeping was not only taking a toll on him but also me. However, if it meant spending more time in this type of warmth I wasn't complaining.
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Be My Friend
خيال (فانتازيا)Mason sells his soul to Satan in order to gain a friend. However, this friend may turn out to be a little more than what Mason bargained for.
