"𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟."
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➥ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . Our Y/N is a famous movie star, singer, popstar, model, anything else related to this-you name it! Almost everyo...
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"SO APPARENTLY CUDDLING HELPS WITH SLEEPING." I mumble out loud unconsciously. "Huh...that's interesting."
Free was laying in bed as instructed, blanket over his entire body from the neck down. He stared at the ceiling.
"Hm?"
"N-Nothing!" I quickly shove my phone—I AM SO SORRY BABY I LOVE YOU—behind my back. "Any luck yet?"
"For an actress, you're awfully transparent." He replied, propping his shirtless self—you heard me—up with his hands. It took me all my might to not stare at his *chef's kiss* body—I just did it again "What did you say a minute ago?"
"Erm...that cuddling helps with sleep?" I reply, confused.
"Okay." The golden boy motioned a come-over gesture with his right hand. I was dumbfounded and honestly a little scared.
'Oh my gosh this dude—'
"Wait what—"
"Let's cuddle."
"What—" I waved my arms around in a frenzy, rushing over simultaneously. "W-What—d-do you mean like p-platonical—?"
"Sure."
'O-Okay sweetie, let me get this straight. You wanna let me cuddle you, just so you can sleep—I MEAN, THAT'S NOT A BAD OFFER CONSIDERING THAT I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU—that you might know already...due to my limitless stupidity.'
"So do I...?"
"Whatever's convenient for you."
'He'sa bit different at night.'
"Alright," I reply, settling on left side of the bed. "Just let me know if I'm accidentally suffocating you and I'll move, okay?"
"Hm..."
I laid on his left, my back facing away from the massive windows. The thick, breathable blanket covered me til I only had my eyes peering out.
And dare I say—
—the view down here is just breathtaking.
"Free?" I began, poking my head up from underneath. There was no response, I'm guessing that he'd already dozed off.
