Page 48 of War Hope
"I am not sleeping on my own. This is your fault. Fuck, I swear I can feel it watching me." She shudders.
"Sobasically,” I sigh, “I'vescarredyou withafreaky fuckingchildandyou scarred mewithagappingarsehole. Great."
"Don't even think this is even. What you've done to me is way worse."
The credits roll and she still has her face buried in my shirt. “Cartoons,” she says. “You have to put on a cartoon now to wash that evil out of my mind.”
I toss my head back against the cushions and groan. “Hanging out with you is seriously like babysitting a nine-year-old.” She doesn’t move, just keep clutching to my shirt. “Fine,” I say and turn onSpongebob Squarepants.
The theme music stars and she slowly peeks up from my chest before she sits up. “Thank you.”
I make it halfway thorugh the first ridiculous episode before I doze off. When I wake up, Hope’s head is in my lap and she’s asleep. I stretch for a second before carefully sliding outfromunderneath her and placinga pillow underneathherhead.Itosstheblanket from the backofthesofa over herandgotobed.
Not two minutes after I’ve gotten in bed, the hinges to the door creak. I open my eyes and see Hope’s shadow as she tiptoes across the room to the end of the bed. She gently climbs onto the bed, slipping underneath the duvet.
"Really?"
"You fuckingleftme.Whywouldyoudo that?"
"You are such a child," I whisper.
"Look, the TV is out there. I can't sleepin the room with theTV."
"Deargod,justkeepyourclothes on thistime, would you?"
"You should be so lucky," shesays,turningaway from me.The last thing I need is Hope in my bed,butIcan'tdenythat ahugepartofmeloveshavingher there...even if we are just friends.
When I wake up in the morning, I'm spooning Hope. My arm is wrapped tightly around her waist, my hand just brushing her boob. And my dick is pressed against her arse in a very unfriend like way. Fuck.
