𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 → 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙠𝙮.

four.

Hennessy's Pov

i wake up to a different type of warmth and something colliding with my body. i slowly open my eyes and turn my head a little to see that sammy was hugging me in his sleep.

i smile and turn around so i can completely face him. i admire the way he looks when sleeping. he seemed like he was at peace and looked good as well.

i mess with the strands of his hair and sigh realizing i needed to take a shower. i start getting up, removing his arms from around my waist, but was pulled back down.

a small 'oof' escaped my lips and i give sam a look. "why'd you do that for?" i groan, slowly standing up again.

"i want you to stay." he pouts. "it's been awhile since i've had anyone here, i just miss the feeling."

i rub my thumb over his hand that gripped mine. "i need to shower."

"please, only for a few minutes."

i look at him for awhile and inevitably slowly start to get back into bed.

"fine." me and him start to cuddle again with his arms encircling my waist and our legs tangling together. i start to squirm when his lips came in contact with my neck. i was a blushing mess, usually i would feel uncomfortable under these circumstances, but his touch was soft and delicate. i actually enjoyed it.

"stop." i giggle. i push at his chest, but he only pulls me closer.

"do you really want me to?" he spoke against my neck. "hmm?"

"yeah." i groan, pushing his head away from me while i stop to check the time on my phone. "we've been laying here for a solid ten minutes, come on. get up."

"alright, fine. you can go now." he kisses my neck again causing me to push him away. i shower for about thirty minutes and step out grabbing a towel then covering myself up. i walk out the bathroom to see sam on his phone. he looks up from his phone while i sit on the bed figuring out what i want to wear.

"you're going to get the bed wet."

"oh, i'm sorry. can you grab a scrunchie off the nightstand?"

he obliges and as i attempt to take the the hair tie from his hand, he pulls back and wraps his hand around my hair.

"what're you doing?" i chuckle.

"don't move, i want to try to put your hair in a bun."

"you don't have to, i'm not even sure you know how."

"just let me try. . ." he brings his head down to my ear and whispers in it. "if you don't like it, you can always fix it." he kisses just below my ear making me shiver.

his does his magic to my hair and pleads for me to go look at it, i make my way over to the mirror that stood near the closet. i guess it was okay, it's better than from what most boys do.

"it's good." i nod, adjusting the way the towel hugged my body.

"by the way, are you going to look at the apartments again?"

"yeah, i have to pick one today." i turn my head looking at sammy. "although, it'll be hard to pay for it, i know i can just get a job and try to balance that with school."

"do you want me to take you? i don't mind."

"yes, thank you." i smile. he comes around and looks through my clothes showing me a halter crop top with a black biker short.