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“Nick.”
“Nick Austin, scoot over.”
“Stop fucking hogging the bed and the covers, you ass.”
My complaints were drowned out by his loud, dramatic groan as he rolled over and looped his arm around my waist. I squealed once he tugged me on to his chest, before both of his hands landed on my thighs, and he drew my legs to his sides. “Since I’m such a fuckin’ blanket hog, sleep on me.”
I pouted at his words before I sighed, “I love you.” His dark eyes cracked open in the slightest and he gave me a toothy grin. “I love you too. Now get some sleep.” I sighed as I got snuggled up against him. My lips were centimeters from his neck, so every once in a while, I pressed a gentle kiss to his skin.
“Babe? I’m trying to sleep, and as much as I love you and your kisses, can you please stop?” He grumbled as he hand started to rub up and down my back. I huffed before I nodded, letting my cheek squish against his hard chest.
I could hear the rhythmic beat of his heart, which caused my eyes to droop. “Love you.” I slurred as I let my arms slide around his chest to grip at his shoulders. His heart rate picked up and I smiled. “Love you too.” Satisfied, I let my eyes finally slide shut.
However, as you slipped into a deep sleep, Nick stayed wide awake. Thousands of thoughts clouded his brain as he tried to shut down for the night. His breathing became sporadic and minutes later, he was shaking you awake. You had barely gone to sleep, and he felt so bad for waking you, but he needed comfort.
“What’s wrong, Nick?” I muttered, sitting up on his chest. He sighed and rubbed at his tired eyes, “Just thinking, I’m sorry. I should’ve just let you sleep.” I shook my head before I took his hands in mine, “What were you thinking about?” I asked as I let one of his hands go so I could toy with his hair.
He seemed to visibly relax before he spoke, “What if we don’t work out? And what if we do, and I want to marry you, but you say no? What happens if you no longer want to do tiktoks? And what if I want to stop doing tiktoks? At what age do you retire as a tiktoker? Just stupid fuckin’ questions like that and it made me nervous.”
I sighed, “Well if we didn’t work out, I’d be crushed, but there would have to be a reason. If we did get as serious as marriage, I’d probably say yes. I love you to death, Nick.” He smiled and squeezed my hands. “As for tiktok? Well, I doubt either of us will get tired of it any time soon. We're both are so creative and lovable. And in my opinion, the appropriate time to retire from tiktok is whenever you have grandkids or kids of your own. It just seems weird to put our kids and their kids on the Internet.”
He laughed before he looked at me, “Our kids?” I shrugged and smiled, “You did say you’d wanna marry me. And I could handle a few more little Nick’s running around.” We both started to laugh as I moved my face closer to his, “Kiss me.”
Nick gave a very deep chuckle before he smiled, “Don’t have to tell me twice.” And then our lips connected and we both sighed, before I got settled against his chest. “Sweet dreams, Austin.” He groaned again before he kissed my hair. “You too, babe.”
