Clare

I'm a horrible sleeper, can't stay still on my life.

Tonight, was no different. It was a lot later when I woke facing Cap in the near darkness. His breath close.

I was half flopped over him, somehow my leg free and wound over his body which was still in the blanket. Bloody harlot.

I dragged my leg away but he caught it before I was fully removed.

"Don't, you're like a bloody hot water bottle, Clare" He mumbled and I caved.

I stayed close. I stayed facing him.

It was ok, he was bundled up. I snaked my arms around him and got some mumbled thanks, then realised he wasn't wearing his friend, the beard. The plastic hadn't scratched me. I touched his chin and he moved making me withdraw my hand quickly.

Smooth with a little stubble... but smooth was his chin.