Saturday, December 12, 2020
9:14 pm
You were dragged from a near coma when you felt your blanket lift. You groggily opened your eyes, blinking wearily at the vague figure standing over you.
"Ethan?" you guessed, propping yourself up on your elbow. You leaned over and switched your lamp on, staring at him through squinting eyes.
"Hi..." Ethan mumbled above you, shifting between his feet. "Couldn't sleep."
"... Do you wanna get in?" you suggested, not seeing what else you could possibly do. A quick glance at the clock told you it was 4 AM, an unreasonable hour to be woken up. However early it was, you couldn't bring yourself to be even the slightest bit annoyed with your best friend.
Ethan nodded and you scooted over, letting him slip under the comforter. He snuck his arm around you, pulling you onto his chest. You felt your stomach swoop at the domesticity of it.
"You came into my room at 4 in the morning to cuddle?" you murmured against the bare skin of his chest. He nodded above you, chin rubbing against the top of your head. You grinned and then blushed when you realized he could probably tell he made you smile since your lips were pressed against his chest.
"Is that my shirt?" he asked, a smile evident in his voice, and scrunched the fabric in his fingers. When he saw it a few minutes ago through lamplight, he saw the navy blue cotton with their high school logo and a lacrosse stick marking the front. 'Dolan' was printed on the nape of the neck.
"No..." you drawled, your cheeks afire.
"So it's Grayson's," he pushed. You nodded and he huffed unhappily. However, when he ran his hands up and down your back, he felt the graphic rubber was shaped in 08,which was his number. "Liar," he accused, the two of you giggling in the dark.
"I only lied because I don't want you to take it back. This is my favorite sleep shirt."
Ethan hugged you tighter to him and dragged his fingertips along your back. "I'm sorry for waking you up," he whispered.
"Don't be, if you can't sleep you can always come in here. I think I sleep better too, when you're here," you confessed, your voice even despite your hot cheeks.
"Hmm, alright," he agreed, sliding his hand into your hair. You groaned in happiness when he started scratching at your roots and pulling at the strands that cascaded down your back.
"Okay, sleep in here every night if you're going to do this," you moaned making Ethan chuckle. You closed your eyes again, relaxing under his touch. "Do we have anything to do tomorrow?" you yawned.
He hummed back a no, sounding as though he were on the brink of unconsciousness. You flattened your palm against his chest and situated yourself a bit before letting yourself be swallowed by sleep.
