House sitter. ~l.h

Whipped.

I wake up on a comfortable bed, holding hands with with a sleeping person, it pissed me off.

Like, dude. Don't hold my hand if you think you'll be going to sleep. I might want to get up.

I look over at Luke on the other side of the bed, our hands locked as light snore leave his slightly agape mouth.

"Luuukkeee." I whine and he opens one eye, looking over at me.

"Yes?"

"Where am I and why?"

"My room. You collapsed in the kitchen."

"And why did I fall asleep in the kitchen?"

"Doctor person thing said stress."

"Ugh." I roll over so we're face to face and he opens his other eyes.

"You okay?" he whispers.

"Mmhmm. You?"

"Fine."

There's a moment of silence before I look over at him and mumble; "Luke?"

"Yeah?" he replies.

"Cuddwes?"

"Okay." he whispers. I curl into him and he wraps his arms around me protectively.

"Goodnight Lukey." I say closing my eyes.

"G'night Sums." he whispers, kissing my forehead before the snores start up again.

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I wake up to muffled laughs and a few voices saying "Whipped."

"Fuck off." grumbles a groggy voice, and the warmth in me disappears.

"You looovveee her." sings a male voice.

"Shut the fuck uuuuuup." sings back another voice.

"But you love her-"

"Seriously Mike. She could wake up any minutes now."