the hammock (lashton au) hiatus

chapter 14

dedicated to SluttyIrwin because she makes me laugh with her comments.

im updating this instead of writing my civics and economics essay oops

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When I woke up it was to someone carrying me. My eyes widened and I had a brief moment of panic before I saw a flash of blonde and knew who it was. A sigh escaped me as I settled back into the arms that were holding me up. When he goes to open my bedroom door he ends up knocking my head on the door, getting a yelp out of me.

He jumps, not realizing I was awake, once again hitting my head.

“Stop doing that.” I whine. He chuckles and jokingly cradles my head to his chest like a baby and moving us into my room without hitting me again.

“What’re you doing here? I no longer trust you with my sleeping person.” I say sleepily as pulls back my blankets and lays me down in my bed.

Climbing in after me once he's stripped down to his boxers, he just wraps an arm around my waist in response. “You said you wanted a cuddle.” He answers, simply.

I decide to let it drop and shuffle back into his chest and let sleep take me once again.

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One might be able to imagine my confusion and fear when I wake up the next morning after a very real, very vivid wet dream about their best friend. A dream in which I may or may not have let my best friend f:uck my face.

I try and calm down. Hard and Scared would describe me well right about now. Its too hot in this onsie and the blankets. Also being this close to Luke right now is probably not healthy for me. I slowly slide myself out of the blankets and unbutton my onesie a bit so I can breathe properly, making my way downstairs where it’s colder than upstairs.

That dream felt way too real. If I didn't trust Luke I’d believe it was real. But I do trust Luke so I know that it wasn’t. Was it?

I did wake up with a sore throat and that was before I even threw up. And it would explain all those looks he keeps giving me, like he feels guilty for something. Then there was the reason for me not being able to talk yesterday, if the dream was real he wasn't exactly gentle or small.

After 10 minutes of pacing and thinking, Luke should be scared for his life.

I can't believe him.

I grab a pair of thongs and march my way upstairs, to a sleeping Luke who's about to get a rude awakening.

Luke's pov

When you wake up, its usually to something a bit more pleasant than someone cracking down on your ankle with a flip flop.