Thirty-nine

Something is smothering me, I’m no longer cold so it doesn’t bother me. The warm is so inviting that can’t help but move closer to it and I find myself engulfed with a scent that I already know and alcohol.

He must have come in late at night and for the look of it drank himself into oblivion. Must have forgotten the reason that kept him away for weeks. Half his body lays onto of me, his face is buried in the crook of my neck breathing deeply.

“Andreas.” I call his name but all he does is groan deeply against my skin. I try again, but he barely moves, dead to the world.

I can’t move, he’s too heavy but is not like I want to either.

Laying flat on my back with a man on top of me isn’t what would call comfortable, not when he’s been keeping me at bay. When he hums I fell my toes curling at the sound. Never in my life I would have thought that I would develop feelings for McKinnon. He’s like a force no one can reckon with and from the moment he stepped into my life, well nothing has worke