Falling for my roommate

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She woke up in the middle of the night, sweating and breathing heavily. She groaned and rubbed her eyes tiredly, she must've had another nightmare.

Thomas stirred beside her and looked at her drowsily, "Why are you awake?"

His voice still husky from his sleep made her more alert and she jumped, not expecting him to have woken up.

"I just had a bad dream," She mumbled.

He rubbed her shoulder gently, "You're sweating, like a lot."

She shrugged, "Yeah, I know."

He wrapped his arm around her waist lazily and pulled her into him.

"Thomas I said-"

"I know what you said, just let me comfort you," He mumbled.

She stayed silent and allowed him to push his hand up her shirt, gently trailing his fingers along her stomach.

She giggled quietly, "That tickles."

He smiled gently at her, his eyes squinting as he was still too tired to open them.

"You've got the cutest laugh," He mumbled huskily.

She stared at him in surprise, having not expected to receive any compliments from him.

"Don't look so surprised that I'm being nice. I'm a nice person."

She sighed, "You have a habit of being an asshole to me."

He stayed silent, his hand coming to a stop on her stomach. Gentle snores left his mouth and it was then that she realized he had fallen asleep.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, not surprised in the slightest that he would fall sleep as she was trying to talk to him.

•••

Thomas's breath fanned her ear as her eyes slowly opened and she looked around with confusion.

As she realized that she was sleeping in a tent with Thomas and they were currently spooning she tried to push herself away from him, but he shook his head, mumbling some incoherent words.

He dragged her body closer to his and nuzzled his head into her neck.

"Thomas, get off of me," She grunted.

"No, it's sleepy time."

She rolled her eyes at the boy and he smirked to himself, his hand still on her bare stomach.

She felt herself get nervous as he rubbed his finger against her bare skin, sending electric shocks all across her body.

He slowly lowered his hand, trailing it along the waistband of her shorts. He carefully pushed one finger under her waistband.

She grabbed his hand and he watched her cautiously, "No?"

She shook her head, "No."

He pulled his hand back up to her stomach and closed his eyes, "Can we just stay here for a while?"

"Why?" She asked, her heart skipping a beat as he used his other hand to twirl her hair around.

Because I know I'll never be able to hold you like this again, he thought to himself.

"Your ass feels nice in this position," He muttered.

She gasped and shoved him off of her, "God you are such a dick."

Fuck, he thought.

"So no then?" He asked hopefully.

She shook her head, "Get out."