Why Dont We Imagines and Preferences

Corbean

Thunderstorms

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The the thunder cracked across the midnight sky. The rain cascaded down the window. I observed the storm. The lights went out and everything was pitch black. Being home alone and in the dark ain't my thing. I went to grab my phone and call my sweet beloved boyfriend Corbyn Besson. The phone rang twice and I could hear a raspy voice at the other end.

Baby why are you calling this late? He asked with a woken up voice.

I'm scared. I need you.

I'll be there in a few. He then hung up the phone. I crawled into bed and hid under my blanket. Every now and then the lightning would glow up my room. I could see the shadow of the leaves and trees making weird shapes. The lighting lit up my room and I see a body figure in my doorway. I scream from terror thinking it was some intruder. I could hear giggles escape from the persons mouth. That's when I knew it was Corbyn. I got off my bed and ran to him giving him a welcoming hug.

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Jeez babe you must be really scared! He laughed hugging me back.

Well thunderstorms are not my thing when the power is out! I sang.

He than suggested that we should cuddle and I obviously agreed. We got into bed and I could feel his arms wrap around my waist. I felt relaxed and safe knowing the person I love is right next to me and actually with me. I could feel my eyelids get droopy each second.

I love you yn! I heard Corbyn say to me before I fell asleep. I just smiled.

I love you too.