MASH

Chapter 38: Epilogue

~ Grace ~ 

Without blankets, the room was cold. I shivered and hugged my arms closer to me. The mattress shifted slightly underneath me and Andre wrapped his arms around me and pressed his chest against my back. He was warm and his hand searched until he found mine.

"Hey," he murmured huskily and his lips brushed my neck. He chuckled and lifted a stray strand of hair before tugging it behind my ear. Running a hand over the contours of my exposed arms, he kissed me softly on the sensitive skin of my neck, causing my breath to hitch. I quivered under the heat of his touch and giggled.

To be honest, I would've found his sudden gesture romantic was it not for the blaring flare of the overhead light which was painfully still switched on. I groaned when my sight was once more in the direction of the light. Sighing, I kicked Andre out of the bed. Startled, he rolled down the bed with a thud and looked up at me with confused eyes.

"Andre, the light is on," I told him.

"Your point?"

"Go switch it off," I said bluntly and shrugged into the warm comfort of the blankets.

"You do it," he shot back, looking pointedly at me.

"The switch's just there. Just stand up and walk seven steps. Simple."

"I don't feel like it."

"And why is that?" I questioned with "much" interest, arching a brow.

"Due to a trait called laziness, I refuse to get up and cover that much of a distance."

"Well, too bad," I said and stuck out a tongue at him. "And besides, you're already on the floor, might as well reach for the light switch."

As soon as I mentioned that point, Andre grunted and stood up. At first, I thought that he had given up and had given into my request to switch off the light switch, but I thought better off it when he planted his hands on his hips and plopped back onto the bed with me. "Now I'm not," he sang with a cheerful-like voice filled with amusement. His eyes were twinkling with mischief when I shot him my death glare. Declaring revenge, I took a pillow and threw it at him. Andre dodged it swiftly and the pillow through the air like a cannon-ball, bouncing off the wall just beside the light switch, missing it by just a centimeter.

"Hey, nice aim," Andre whistled. "Shoot for the switch next." He winked and grabbed the pillow next to him, dropping it into my hands. My head snapped to him and I glared. "Woah," he raised his hand. "Don't have to go all Medusa at me like that."

Rolling my eyes, I snatched the pillow and threw it at the wall without a second thought or hesitation. The pillow hit the lamp on the coffee table and the lamp dropped to the marble floor, shattering into a million fragments.

"Sad lamp... I  wonder who bought it," Andre shook his head. "Oh wait, I was the one. Now pay up, lady."

Before I could shoot him a witty come back, the bedroom door flew open. Mom, dressed in her pajamas with a silky robe over it, walked in and flipped the light switch off. In an instant, the room was dark and I heard a exasperate sigh before the door shut with a loud slam which viberated throughout the whole household.

Andre and I sat on the bed, facing each other, blinked at what had just happened and with a shrug of the shoulders, we went back to our peaceful slumber. 

A/N: C here. Due to my sleepiness and sickness of fever, I deeply apologize for my lack of skill in writing. But... DEAL WITH IT!!!! Not everyone is Shakespeare! It has been a pleasure writing this story and that to know that there are ACTUALLY people reading it. I sent my deepest gratitude to those who have taken their patience to make this story come true, J, K and G. And also to you readers out there. I look forward to writing our new story next. Happy birthdays, and good luck. Stay healthy.... unlike me. *sniff sniff* I'm sick...