Trumps P.O.V.
After a long speech about why my wall needs to be built to keep the invaders out of this holy place; I'm laying in my king sized bed with the silk sheets and matching blankets wrapped around my delicious body. As I was about to doze off into the best sleep about building my wall, I heard it.
The steps.
The sound came from outside of my room, in the hallways. I lifted my head to see the outline of his feet from under the door.
The doorknob turned and I quickly put my head down, pretending to be asleep. I could hear the wet slaps of his feet grow louder as he approached me slowly.
His wet frog fingers touched my feet from above the blanket and slowly crept their way up my ankle. Once his finger hit just past my knee, they were gone.
I heard a soft thump on the ground, what sounded to be clothes being dropped. a small tug on my white, silk blankets and a dip beside me had be guess that he had climbed into bed next to me.
I felt as his hand lightly trace my arm and makes its way onto my shoulder. It then creeps up to my neck and grabs my jaw, he pulls my head back. i can smell his frog stench as he give me a rough kiss on the cheek before letting me go.
"I know you're awake, Donny."
