"Ungh…"
Blake slowly opened his eyes.
For a few seconds, he remained completely still, his mind refusing to catch up with the fact that he was awake.
He was warm. Comfortable, actually. His cheek was pressed against something solid, and there was a steady rhythm beneath it.
He was about to stretch but notice he couldn't move like he wanted.
'Why is my damn pillow breathing? I must be dreaming...'
Blake squinted.
"What the hell…?"
His vision gradually cleared.
Black shirt, familiar hands on his back, slightly raising his head, he saw those pitch-black eyes looking directly at him.
He was lying on top of Myles.
His heart immediately started pounding.
'What?!'
He lifted his head slightly, only to finally realize that Myles was hugging him. One arm was wrapped around Blake's back, keeping him securely against his chest.
'Um. Why are we on the same bed?'
It wasn't exactly an issue or anything new, but he had absolutely no recollection of getting here.
