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I’m laying on his bed, my head on his chest. Camila Cabello is playing on his grandmothers Alexa downstairs, its just on the radio. Outside its still the daytime but with his shutters pulled down its dark in his room. Last night I barely got any sleep, I had nightmares and then called him when I woke from them at almost two in the morning. He wanted me to sleep so he pulled me close to him on his bed. His heartbeat is the only thing I can hear from my right ear and I tap along to the beat of “Bam Bam” on his chest, he chuckles really softly, so softly I almost can’t hear him. I try to match my breathing with his and he notices, slowly playing with my hair. He starts humming to the beat I play out on his skin and he taps along on my arm. The way I’ve curled myself around him probably looks silly but its so comfortable. The door opens slightly and I don’t raise my head. I didn’t hear anyone coming up the stairs so I don’t think its his family. He looks up from my face to the door and his gaze drops down to the floor, once of his cats has wandered in. She meows loudly and jumps onto the bed. The song downstairs is finishing and I’m beginning to really fall asleep now, he asks me a question and I barely manage a “hmmm” in response. He just smiles at me and lets me sleep while still playing with my hair.
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