(Virgil's POV)
Virgil wrapped his arms around his pillow. Wait since when did his pillow have lumps in it?
He gently squeezed them for a second, then realized that they were Sam's boobs.
He could feel his face go red. How could he have been so dumb?
Virgil felt Sam shift and he froze. She was waking up. What should he do?
He gently pulled Sam onto his chest and buried his face in her wonderful smelling hair.
(Sam's POV)
Sam felt comfortable. She was warm, safe, and could breath without coughing. She snugged deeper into the pillow-
And why was her pillow breathing?
Sam cracked an eye open and saw a well muscled chest underneath her head.
She hadn't, had she?
No, she could feel a shirt on her, but it wasn't one of hers.
Sam breathed in the scent of it. Virgil's shirt for sure.
She suddenly felt someone breath into her hair and Sam looked up.
A pair of warm brown eyes met her chocolate ones. His jet black hair was a spiky mess that fell into his eyes.
Sam bite back laughter. Never before had she seen something so cute and wonderful in the morning. Well, the only thing that came close to it was the coffee pot in the kitchen.
"Good morning," she whispered and tried to get up. Virgil's arms held her tighten around her, pulling her to his chest as he looked at her face.
(Virgil's POV)
Virgil resisted the urge to run his fingers through Sam's tangled chocolate curls. He had never seen her with her hair down before. She had the type of princess curls that would make every other girl jealous.
"Morning, beautiful," he said.
Sam's cheeks turned red and she buried her face into his chest, making him stiffen.
"I'm not," the muffled voice was hard to understand.
"What?" he asked.
"I'm not pretty or beautiful," Sam said, raising her face up. Her hair still covered her face.
"Of course you are. Who told you that you weren't?"
"Just some guys and some ex-friends of mine"
"Well, forget what they said. You look fantastic any time day or night, and you look extra good in my shirt with your hair down," Virgil said, pulling her face closer to his and kissing her gently.
Who cared if they both had morning breath? He was glad to have his beautiful woman in his arm right then.
The alarm sounded and Virgil groaned. So much for this cuddle.
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Music, Tattoos, and Muscles
FanfictionSamantha Miwa Brahstone grew up with her five brothers and lives her life to the fullest. She thinks she had all she wants in life. That is until, when Virgil Tracy comes in for a tattoo.
