When I woke up, everything was hazy for a few minutes.
Luke still had me wrapped firmly in his arms.
His breathing was steady and slow, meaning he was still asleep.
An episode from One Tree Hill – the show I had switched Netflix to last night after Mean Girls ended – was playing, the sound and drama fading into the background.
Melissa was sitting on the rocking chair angled away from the couch, drinking – chugging – a cup of coffee. She glanced over at me with bags under her eyes, and smiled at Luke and I, unaware I was awake for a moment before we made eye contact.
"He's a light sleeper." Melissa whispered as if I didn't know. "He'll be up soon, I'm sure." I grinned.
I'm sure she believed it was because of what she had said but it was purely because I found it amusing that she thought I wanted Luke to wake up.
It was a lot warmer cuddled in the blankets with him than it would be if he woke up and we were forced to separate.
Melissa and I went back to focusing on the TV for a moment before I slowly flipped over towards Luke and pushed my head into his chest, his heartbeat faintly mixing in with the television.
I curled the blanket underneath myself and closed my eyes again. Luke groaned and tightened his grip on me.
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Stepbrother (Sequel to Stockholm Syndrome)
Ficción General"I just want you to know how terrifying it is to have no control. Like, physically, no control over what happens to you. Nothing. Being at the mercy of someone else's hand." The look he gave me was glazed over with pain. "The thing is, you aren't th...
