The Fear of Falling Apart (BoyXBoy) UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Chapter Eight

So, I don't really know how this happened, but, right now, there is another body in my bed. There is another body, spooning me, right now. The only question is, who is it?

Now, I'm not going to lie, whenever West sleeps over, he's a cuddler. And that could be a problem if he was still on the ground with Blake. For him. Blake would whoop his ass and then, I'd have to whoop his ass.

Whoever it is, one arm is slung over my shoulders. Currently, I was laying on my side, my face buried into their chests. Biceps felt pretty big, so, probably not West. I hesitated, lifting an arm, and trailed it down their side. Yup, muscly. He stirred in his sleep and I caught a familiar whiff of cologne. Yup, definitely Blake.

My eyes fluttered open and I propped myself up on one elbow, careful not to wake him. His other arm was folded behind his head and his back was pressed up against the wall. His lips were parted slightly and his hair was pushed out of his face. He was only halfway under the covers, with one leg sticking out.

Grinning to myself, I glanced around, looking for the alarm clock. 10:46. Geez. Like me, West was usually an early riser. This is insanely late for either of us. I looked around the room. West was nowhere to be found.

I peaked back at Blake, slowly, carefully, untangling us, before sliding out of bed. He shifted slightly, turning over on his side as he snuggled further into the blankets. My heart hammered in my chest and I couldn't help but admire how adorable he looked when he was asleep. I stretched slightly, tip toing towards the stairs, and made my way down, making sure to shut the door behind me. I strolled towards the kitchen to see West sitting at the island, a bowl of cereal in front of him. Jeremy leaned over the island, one hand clutching his forehead. His glasses sat beside him, right next to a bottle of whiskey.

"Breakfast of champions, huh, Jer?" I hummed, walking past him to open the fridge. Scowling at me, Jeremy flipped me his favorite finger, taking a swig from the bottle. West threw up his hands, beaming.

"Morning, handsome!"

Stifling a yawn, I tossed my hand up in a wave. I snagged the bottle of orange juice from the fridge, shutting it behind me, and leaned against the counter.

"You could have woken me up, you know," I started, waving my juice at West. "I would have gotten up with you. I could have made breakfast or something."

"Well, I would have, but I didn't want to interrupt your cuddle session with your man. It was just too cute," He beamed, blowing me kisses. I rolled my eyes as he pointed his spoon at me. "Don't let that stop you from making breakfast though. Waffles, maybe?"

Jeremy nearly spit out his drink. He whirled around to stare at me with wide eyes. "You two were cuddling?"

I quirked a brow at him, flushing slightly. "Yeah, sort of. I guess so. When I woke up, Blake was in my bed a-and his arms were around me... I don't really know how it happened, but, uh... yeah. It did."

Jeremy curled his lip, jerking his head to West. "Well? How the hell did he end up there?"

West picked through his cereal, on a hunt for any of the marshmallows that he had missed. He shrugged.

"I don't know, man. Sometime in the middle of the night, he just got up, walked over and tapped you on the shoulder. He asked you something and you nodded, scooted over, and that was that. Maybe he had a nightmare," He chuckled, twirling his spoon around. When it became obvious that no one else was going to laugh, he shook his head. "Yeah, like I said, I don't know. Not really any of my business."

I sipped at my orange juice. "See? No big deal. I mean, West cuddles with me when he sleeps in the bed with me."

"Hey, that's different. It's not romantic cuddling. I can't help it, I'm a cuddler. Nothing we can do about that. Besides, I'm not worried you're gonna jump my bones in the middle of the night," He stated, licking at his spoon. He eyed me. "Not too worried anyway."