I wake up warm, too warm.
And there's weight on me that wasn't there when I fell asleep. My brain takes a second to catch up, still foggy with sleep, and then it clicks.
Bael.
I'm still lying on his chest.
My head is pressed against his shirt, one arm draped across his torso, his arm around my shoulders exactly where I put it last night when I asked him to hold me down so I wouldn't move.
Oh shit.
I didn't move once the entire night.
Which means I've been using him as a pillow for…I check the time on the nightstand…seven hours.
Seven hours.
My face burns hot enough to cook an egg on.
What the hell was I thinking last night? *If you hold me down like this, I won't move*? What kind of—
Bael shifts beneath me.
I freeze completely, every muscle locking up, my breath catching in my throat.
Please be asleep please be asleep please be—
"You're awake."
Fuck.
