SHE

“You want to torture me.” he mumbled then, and even after I changed into one of his extremely large hoodies, and a his sweatpants, he still mumbled.

Who cares? I know I didn’t, I was going to spend the night in his room, and in his arms, and nothing could take away my joy.

Unless their were creating a boundary on the giant bed, separating us with a wall of pillows. Why does he have so much pillows anyway? I glare at him as he worked, he doesn’t look up once as he fixed the pillows, from the head board to the foot of the bed.

“I told you I wasn’t trying to start anything.”

He looked up, giving me a once over, before looking at his hand work

“I would be if I slept close to you.”

I huff, and cross my arms, why was that a bad idea to him? Did he see me complain?

“You were able to hold yourself back for years, I think you would do fine just one night.”

He looked at me with brows so high, they almost touch his hairline,

“The reason I was able to hold back was because you were not in my