At first I thought I was too cold to sleep, so I piled blankets on my bed. After staring at the dark ceiling for a few more minutes, I figured that I was just too awake to sleep so I got up and made myself a hot cocoa and turned on the television. My leg wouldn't stop bouncing, and I knew my body yearned for something but I couldn't pinpoint what it was. It wasn't until my mind drifted to Tom my heart began to flutter in the most annoying way. I almost rolled my eyes at myself for how cliche it was, but I just wanted to be near him. My apartment seemed so empty and cold when I was here alone.

Especially when I'm alone, I get nightmares. They make me wake up in a cold sweat, and I force myself to scan my entire apartment before I dare to go back to bed. I can never fall back asleep though, because I'm terrified that I'll be right back in my nightmare. Either getting shot in my own apartment, or locked back in that retched basement. But when I'm with Tom, it goes away just for a bit.

I kept my pajamas on, and almost without thinking it all the way through, I grabbed my keys and walked out to my car. It was raining, so I squinted as I ran through the dark parking lot, trying desperately to find my car. I finally found it and stuck my key in my door to unlock it. I swung into the seat, feeling my clothes cling to my body as the rain had soaked through the fabric. I took a glance at the clock in my car, and saw that it was one o'clock in the morning.

I drove all the way to Tom's apartment, where I had to run out into the rain again to get to his building. I almost knocked on his front door until I remembered that I had his key. I very slowly and quietly unlocked and opened his front door, not letting the hinges squeak and accidentally waking him up.

I walked in and carefully closed the door and heard it click softly behind me. I locked the door, and kicked off my shoes. The blinds for his living room window were open, and there was enough light from the big bright moon for me to be able to see.

I tiptoed to the drawer that Tom had given me and pulled out a clean pair of pajamas and I quickly went back into the living room to change without making a sound. I gathered my wet clothes into a ball and I snuck back into Tom's room. Even in the dark, I know where his hamper is so I tossed it in the corner of the room and I heard it go in seamlessly, like a basketball going through the hoop.

I could hear Tom's light breathing, until I began crawling on the bed to the empty spot. The bed creaked beneath me softly, and I paused for a moment as Tom turned over in his sleep. I didn't want to wake him up. I finally got under the covers, and Tom began mumbling at me incoherently.

"I'm sorry, go back to sleep," I whispered back to him softly.

"No, it's good," he replied sleepily and he put his arm around me and pulled me close. He kissed me lazily and rested his head back on the pillow, without even opening his eyes. He mumbled something else unintelligently, not wanting to wake up. He looked so young and peaceful as he slept. His lips were smushed to the side and his disheveled hair rested in all directions. My love for him flowed like a river through my soul that expressed itself in my smile. Nothing in this world can compare to him.

Every time we touch, I can feel my heart beat faster. I want this feeling to last forever and ever.

Maybe it's just me, but he had a little too much trust for someone crawling into his bed in the middle of the night. If he had crawled into my bed as I slept, I am certain that I would have woken up with a start and had a weapon pointed at him in a matter of seconds. Boys sleep too soundly... I could have been anybody.

As we were cuddling, I ran my hand across his chest and arm. I wasn't grabbing him, but I was lightly running my hand over him. I slid my hand under his shirt and around his body and pulled him in and lightly scratched at his head. Special moments like this were going to become the memories of tomorrow, but is it possible to make a moment last forever? I never wanted our story to end. The memories must last forever if the moment can't.

"Goodnight, love you," I whispered gently so I didn't wake him.

"I love you, Michelle," he mumbled softly. He could have been sleep talking, but when he says my name it's like a little prayer. It brings me down on my knees, and makes me want to take him places he's never been before. Hearing his voice, even half asleep, sounds like an angel sighing. Heaven help me, I closed my eyes and I felt like flying. My love, my muse, he is just like a dream.

He's got his hooks in me and I can't break out—not that I would ever want to. I wished him sweet dreams until the sunbeams found him, and we could leave all our worries behind us. Perhaps he will dream a little dream of me.

I know he was knocked out immediately, and I soon followed.

Short but sweet 🥰💕
I just watched the Blues Brothers movie for the first time and Captain Fuller was in it! I found it funny that he played a cop in this movie too 😂😂
Next chapter they become ✨ nerds✨