Page 26 of Playing with Fire

"Yeah, whatever."

I find myself closing my eyes by habit whenever I come across a comfortable place to rest. "Just remember to wake me up." I hum against the pillow. No other noises reached my ears before my eyes became heavy and my body released tension.

CHAPTER EIGHT

I'm super comfortable.

My relaxation is complete because I discover I am completely at peace. The rhythm of my breath remained steady while my spine settled comfortably into the mattress.

God, I don't want to move.

The room stayed silent while my muscles remained tense. I realized I was beginning to wake up yet I kept my eyes closed. I wanted nothing more than to return to sleep.

I shift my legs as I attempt to roll to my side in order to bury myself beneath the large bed pillow I know is there. I attempted to move to my side and felt something heavy against my stomach and shoulder.

Despite my confusion I made another attempt which yielded no results. As I clench my eyes while beginning to wake up I rub my hands across my face. I move my right hand downward toward my chest only to strike something solid instead. The sound of a groan causes my eyes to spring open.

What the fuck.

A tuft of hair covers my face while my peripheral vision makes clear this isn't my bedroom. His head begins to shift while his arm rests over my stomach as energy rushes through me.

A sudden electrical surge strikes me sending me to yell "Oh my god!" I push him away from my body by shooting up.

I move quickly to the side without paying attention to my location on the bed which causes me to slide too far and fall onto the floor with a loud thump.

"Ow," I mutter.

I hear his groan coming from above and yet I cannot understand his words.

"What the fuck Jaxon!" I panicked and started rubbing my hip after landing on it which proved to be quite challenging.

"What?" he asked me in a sleepy voice. "Why are you so loud?" "I told you to wake me up!" I complain, finally getting to my feet.

"I was tired," he explained while his face remained pressed to his pillow. While rolling my eyes I remember the moment I woke up. The thought makes me shiver and I wipe my arm and stomach to try to move him away from me.

If you sleep next to me, you must remain on your side. I point at him. He turns his head to face me after shifting his position. You started by moving to the center of my bed.

He states that moving me was impossible because I sleep like a rock. I fold my arms defensively when he delivers a minor insult. Make sure you stay off me when you sleep. I make myself clear. His eyes remain closed as he says, "You were a good pillow."

The statement seemed ambiguous, so I decided it was both complimentary and insulting. "So, you're calling me fat?" I asked him jokingly.

"No." His eyelids fly open, and his gaze settles on me. "I called you comfortably."

I mumble "whatever" while discovering my phone on his desk. I grab my phone from his desk and see the time appear on my screen together with numerous new messages. My brows furrow as I read 1:03. When I looked out the window I noticed the darkness had not yet arrived. That only meant–

"Oh fuck!" I blurt out.

I hear a groan coming from Jaxon. "You're so loud." "Jaxon, get up!" I rush toward the bed.

"Why?"

"Because it's one in the afternoon, dipshit!" I complain.

My tone does not upset him as he remains completely still. I have even stronger reasons to stay in bed.

"I'm being serious–"

He interrupts me with a resentful sound while saying "I know you are." "But school's almost over. There's no point in going now." he reasons.

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