FIA
I stayed frozen in his arms, my mind spinning with what the hell I should do. Moving seemed like the right answer, but the second I did, he'd wake up. And then what? We'd both lie there pretending this never happened while the awkwardness pressed down on us like a lead weight? Or worse, he'd realize how close we were and think I'd been the one to curl into him.
My eyes fixed on the wall across from me, where moonlight stretched pale and silver against the dark green paint. I watched it for what felt like forever, tracking the slow shift as the light thinned and the color of the room changed. The deep shadows softened. The green turned less hostile. Morning was crawling closer, and I needed to get out of this position before he woke up and made things unbearable.
