Pillow Talk

C5 | accent

It was their first time sleeping in the same bed after making the compromise.

She shivered as he once again, slid underneath her duvet. This time however, when Luca reached out, she met him half way, shuffling toward him.

"It takes me a while to fall asleep." She felt like she should tell him.

"How long normally?"

"Normally if I'm on my own it takes hours, from what I can remember from past cuddle buddies; max 2 hours."

"It takes me about an hour, what do we do in the mean time?" She could feel his hands around her waist shifting in the dark, she could smell his minty breath.

"Talk I guess." They were quiet for a while, he was playing with her long hair that reached to just under her bum.

"Past cuddle buddies? You've had experience."

"Not really. I had my parents when I was little, friends when I had sleepovers and two years ago I had a boyfriend. That's all."

"Only one?"

"Huh?" She was confused by his pressing tone.

"You only had one boyfriend?"

She blushed, glad for the darkness, "who wants to date the tiny Indian girl who always has dark circles?" She was dozing off slowly.

"I would." He whispered into her hair, she pretended like she hadn't heard.

Quickly, Pooja smothered the silence, "how about you mister? A guy like you must have had admirers."

"Yeah, I've had a few," she could feel the awkwardness he was radiating, " none managed to stick around."

She found herself really listening to his rough voice. It sounded like his throat was gravel, possibly in a black hole. But it was a nice sound, it curled around her ears and made her feel hot.

The intake of breath she took every time his accent caught on his r's didn't slip past him. It made him grip her a little tighter as her chest heaved against his.