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Sutton doesn't distance herself from me and we remain almost touching as we settle in to watch the movie.
The surprise comes when the first movie turns out to be genuinely good. I pick the second movie to watch, but Sutton falls asleep ten minutes into it, leaving the movie halfway through. I had planned to stay up until Ronan and Leia returned, but I'm now struggling to keep my eyes open.
Just as I'm about to drift off, Sutton's warm body shifts and nestles into my side. I've never felt more content.
* * *
I'm jolted awake by the sensation of something pressing down on me, and an unruly strand of hair invading my mouth. Instinctively, I attempt to remove it from my mouth before realizing the source of the hair.
Something feels off, and I slowly pry my eyes open, struggling to make sense of my surroundings in the darkness. It's evident that I'm in my own bed, but the warmth by my side alerts me to the presence of another person.
No one else has ever shared my bed. What the hell is going on? I look down to discover Sutton passed out on top of me, her head nestled in the crook of my neck, an arm and a leg draped over me.
Her petite frame seems to be holding me hostage. I could easily move her if I wanted to, but strangely, I don't.
She continues to breathe deeply, indicating that we've been sleeping for the past few hours. I can't help but wonder about the time. There's a strong urge to just drift back to sleep and deal with the inevitable awkwardness in the morning – Sutton will likely be mortified that she fell asleep.
However, the fatigue and the unexpected comfort persuade me to dismiss any concerns.
I close my eyes once more, considering the prospect of returning to sleep, when I suddenly feel a flick on my ear. I turn my head to identify the source of the irritation, shifting my gaze to the left, where Leia and Ronan are crouching beside the bed. Leia playfully flicks me like a bothersome pest.
Leia chuckles, and Ronan's smile widens as he exclaims, "Wakey-wakey, Sutton. It's time to go home."
No way.
My groan escapes too loudly in response to Leia's grating voice, and it startles Sutton awake. She lifts her head from my neck, a look of confusion in her eyes as she gazes at Ronan and Leia.
With irritation tingeing my words, I mutter, "Get the hell out." my desire for them to leave so we can return to our interrupted sleep is evident.
Still holding Sutton in my arms, I promptly reposition our bodies, flipping us over so that we roll away from Ronan and Leia. Sutton is now tucked beneath me, and my message to our unwanted visitors is clear.
Leia protests, "We have to leave! It's one in the morning."
"She's staying. Go away," I retort.
I can hear Ronan's enthusiastic agreement. "Hell yes!"
I roll my eyes at his response. What a idiot.
The two of them exchange whispered conversation for a moment before Ronan says to Leia, "You can sleep in my room. I'll take the couch."
Leia huffs in reluctant agreement, "Fine. Sutt, you know where to find me."
As the door closes behind them, I finally let out a deep breath, feeling a bit daring. I slip my hand up and around Sutton's back, gently rubbing her over the sweatshirt she's wearing.
The sensation of having someone pressed against me while I sleep is unexpectedly pleasant. I didn't realize how much I would enjoy this level of closeness. I can feel the beads of sweat on my forehead and back, though. It's pretty uncomfortable.
Sutton's head pops up, and she lightly pokes my chest. Her voice is soft and raspy as she whispers, "I'm hot." My hand stills as I rub her damp back, and I'm confident she must have fallen back asleep, as she wouldn't allow me to continue if she were fully aware of the situation.
I withdraw my hand and decide to take action. Grabbing the hem of her sweatshirt, I start to pull it up her body, intending to pull it over her head. Just as I reach her chest, Sutton's hand shoots out and grabs my wrist.
"I'm not wearing anything underneath!" she exclaims.
My hand jerks back inadvertently, brushing down over her stiff nipple as I retreat, causing Sutton to gasp at the unexpected sensation. Suddenly, her nipples aren't the only hard things in this bed.
I quickly sit up, pulling my shirt off in a swift motion. The room is dark enough that I can't discern much, and I feel Sutton moving around, pulling her sweatshirt the rest of the way off. I grab it from her and hand her my shirt, which she slips on.
Did that just happen?
