Last night was... pretty fun.

Willow sat on my lap the whole evening, laughing like a child. She was really excited and was smiling the whole time. I loved it. 

I smile at her, sitting next to me in our last class of the day. We sit together in most of our classes, except English. The teacher sat us apart for some reasons, that asshole. I don't like English and am thankful it's only four hours a week. Still, too much.

"Dane, stop it," she giggles. I roll my eyes. I'm drawing little flowers in her math book. "No, I want ten flowers," I tell her and draw one more. "Now I'm done," I grin and she giggles.

I love her giggle. It's playful and just... it's just her.

The bell rings and she jumps up. "Are we gaming again tonight?" she asks hopeful and I shrug. "I guess if you want to..."

"Yey!" she shouts and hops to my car like I told a little girl she's getting a lollypop. She gets in on the front seat and talks on over some book she's reading. I listen attentively.

"So, basically, he's broken and she's the good girl. And her best friend turns out to be his stepbrother!" she says and I nod. Then, Jack gets in and groans. "Rambling about some book again, sis? Jees, you're such a nerd," he sighs and Willow shuts up.

She looks outside, and doesn't seem very happy anymore. I glare at Jack and start driving at my house. "I was listening, let her finish," I snap and Willow smiles at me. "So, her best friend is his stepbrother. And then?" I ask and she smiles even wider. Jack groans, but she doesn't care anymore.

"So she cheats on her boyfriend and they get close. But he's just so broken he hurts her every time. But she's also healing him," she explains, and we get home. I nod and get out.

Jack almost runs away, not wanting to listen to our conversation. I am glad Willow is talking to me. "So, tell me about that book I ripped," I say and her face lights up. I smile.

"So, Alex is the FSOTUS and Henry is the prince of Britain. Alex hates Henry, he's 'Prince Charming' and really unbearable. But they get in touch, and Alex learns that's just the outside, to the press. Henry's inside is completely different."

I nod. "Do they and up together?" I ask and she shrugs. "You have to read it to know that," she smiles and I chuckle. "I guess you can borrow me your book, then?"

She seems to doubt. "Maybe."

Then she disappears upstairs and I sit down on the couch. I know she's doing homework, and Jack once told me she wants to focus on that, so I don't follow her.

When it's after eight, I ask Jack to go look. Don't want her to be mad at me.

He's chuckling when he comes back. "She's asleep. Let's wake her up," he grins and runs to the bathroom. I frown and follow him. What is he doing?

I hear water running and see Jack filling a bucket with ice cold water. I frown even more. "Is that a good idea? Her bed will be wet, where does she have to sleep then?"

He shrugs. "You have a queen sized bed, plenty of space." I do want Willow in my bed, not to fuck her but just... I like having her in my arms. Still, it doesn't feel right.

But there he goes, and sighing, I follow him.

I scream and sit up.

I'm drenched in ice cold water. I glare at Jack, who's laughing the shit out of him. Then I see Dane, standing uncomfortable in the doorway. "This was your idea, wasn't it?" I snap and his eyes widen. 

"No! I swear I tried to stop him, but he didn't listen!" he says and I sigh. My whole bed is wet, and I can't sleep in here anymore. I also need new clothes. 

Jack walks back to his room, I still hear him laughing. Dane walks to me and undresses his shirt. "Here, wear this. I'll give you sweatpants," he says and I nod. He walks over to his drawer, gives me a pair of sweatpants and I walk to the bathroom.

Dressed, I walk back to his bedroom and sigh when I close the door. Dane looks at my bed and frowns. "You can sleep in my bed if you want, we'll draw a line," he suggests and I nod, gratefulI don't have to sleep in my cold bed.

"Here, this pillow is the line. This is my part and this is yours," he says and I nod again. He switches of the light and the room is dark. I lie almost on the edge, but it's not quite comfortable. 

I roll to my back, but I sleep best on my stomach, so I roll further. I close my eyes. "Willow," he whispers and I open my eyes. He switches on a small lamp and I see I crossed the line. We're close to each other, not even a feet distance.

"You crossed the line," he says and I shrug. "You're on my part," he tells me and I shrug again. "If you're staying there, I can choose what I want to do with you. It is my part," he threatens and I roll my eyes. What's he gonna do?

The lamp switches off again and I feel him turn. Suddenly, I feel his arms around me and I make a small, surprised sound. He pulls me to his chest and almost as if it's my home, I snuggle into his chest and clutch his shirt in my hands. 

I feel his arms tighten around me, then loosen a little. "You're okay with this?" He sounds confused. I nod against his chest. 

He's laying on his side, and so am I. "I always sleep on my stomach," I mumble, feeling myself drift off to sleep. But I like this better.

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I wake up.

I want to turn, but am caged between two arms. I tense, but remember they are Dane's and relax again. I want to look at his sleeping face, but he's already awake and smiling at me. "Hey," he whispers.

He's laying on his back, I realize and frown. "You can't be comfortable like this," I say and he grimaces. "I don't quite sleep good on my back," he admits. "Then why are you lying on your back?"

"Because you said you sleep best on you stomach," he says and I smile. "I do, but I was going to add that I liked this better," I giggle and he sighs. "It's only 3 am yet, let's sleep again," I say and he nods.

He turns to his side again, leaving me on my stomach, alone. I frown and turn to him. I reach to him and see his eyes soften. "You want to sleep with me?" he asks and I nod. "Hug me," I plead and he pulls me back to his chest. This time, we're laying on our sides and I absolutely love it.

I don't have a blanket, and it's really cold. I start to shiver, but I don't dare to ask. Just when I know how to ask it and repeated it in my head, he wraps it around me. I immediately feel warm, by the blanket and his body.

"Goodnight, Willow," he whispers.

I rest my head on his chest and his head rest on mine. 

"Goodnight, Dane."