labyrinth - c. sturniolo

062 - ❝ good friends ❞

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
[ real life ]

❝ GOOD FRIENDS ❞

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i woke up to the bright sun beaming into my room, realizing i forgot to shut my curtains before going to bed last night. i started moving and squirming around before immediately stopping when i felt some kind of weight strapped around my body.

i suddenly reminded myself of the night before, my eyes widening when chris started moving around behind me. i stayed still, internally scolding myself for waking up the boy when i knew how late of a night he had.

he fell back asleep, his grip on me loosening a little. i sighed quietly in relief, trying to go back to sleep before miserably failing. i instead fell back into chris' embrace, pushing myself a little bit more into his arms.

minutes later, i had been on the verge of drifting asleep before chris started moving around, his eyes opening slightly. i couldn't see his face, but i knew he was awake by now.

"ams," he said, his voice raspy and low as he spoke, making me almost sink into the mattress bellow us.

"chris," i said quietly. a little, breathy laugh exited his lips, his arms snaking up to my ribs. "you can go back to sleep, sorry for waking you up." i apologized, making an effort to find his face. i couldn't turn my head enough to see him and he noticed, his grip on my body getting tighter as he basically flipped me around so i could face him.

"it's okay, you didn't wake me up." he assured me quietly. "goodmorning," he added, his voice cutting out a little as he spoke. i was now looking directly into his eyes, our faces really close.

"goodmorning," i repeated, a small smile growing on both our faces. his arms were still wrapped around me, the arm i wasn't sleeping on finding it's way up to his waist. "what do you want to eat later? i want to make something again." i asked, toying with the hem of his shirt under the covers.