Slumbertime

"Come again?"

"I said, shall we sleep together then?"

How his jaw dropped! That was not all though. The moment I patted the empty side of the bed to invite him, he stood frozen in his tracks.

"What are you standing there for? Come on then." I beckoned him over with my hand.

He strode rather heavily, as though he had been forced to do so.

"I - I don't know what to say. Have you any idea what you're saying?"

"As clear as day."

Another sigh escaped from his lips before he chuckled at my response.

"So I'm taking the right side then?"

"Yeah." Obviously!

As he sat on the edge of that side of the bed, he had been shaking his head and chuckling nonstop. I could not help but let out a small giggle, infected by his contagious laughter.

"What's wrong? What's so funny?" My fingers twiddled around my shiny blue-black hair.

"This!" His finger pointed randomly at things in the room.

"What is? You in a girl's room?"

"No. Not that." His palm met his face and clearly, he stifled any possible laughter. "Sigh... Forget about it. Let's just sleep."

With that said, he completed his words with action and turned his back on me.

"What, What? Why so secretive?" I nudged him awake.

"Shhh... Go to sleep."

"Not until you tell me!" I inched closer to him, not liking the secretiveness and demanded to hear a satisfying answer.

But he tackled me down! His right arm swung and pulled me in place as he turned to lie on his left side. I wriggled and squirmed out of his sudden embrace to no avail.

"Heeeey... Let me out." I banged his rock-solid chest but he tightened even more.

"Just sleep."

I gave up. I take it as a hint that he wanted to rest and laid quietly in position, hoping I did not disrupt his drowsiness. With nothing else to do, my five senses awoke.

Despite being muscular in nature, my head was resting comfortably on his arm and his right hand was tucking me in closer to his chest, previously done to prevent me from moving. My blood flowed to my face, bringing warmth to my cheeks and ears when my only vision was to stare at nothing but those covered pecs. Oh, how my imagination run wild, wondering how chiselled his body would be.

Immediately I shut my eyes tight and focused on other things. Not only was it a bad idea but his manly smell permeated through my nostril only made the vision in my head more vivid!! Oh, my word!!! I need to get out of his embrace before I'm turning into a madman! The question is how do I do it without disturbing his sleep???

"You..."

My body jolted, surprised to hear his husky voice close to my ear after all the mental torture I created myself in.

"Farah," he whispered as he moved my face to look at him.

His dazzling green was so mesmerising that I could lose myself in it. Oh, Wystan. Don't torture me, please!

I gazed into his eyes to see my amber reflecting back. Okay, I can deal with that. Just focus on seeing your own eyes, Farah.

"Do you normally have sleepovers?"

"What?"

"I mean... I'm just wondering if it's normal for Taaffeitians to have the opposite gender sleep next to each other?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe depends on the person?"

"It's a personal thing then."

"Yes."

"Is it for you?"

"For me? What do you mean?"

"Is it normal for you to sleep with another man on the same bed?"

"No." A slight smile cracked his frozen face.

"Do you normally invite them to sleep with you?"

"No."

Now, a large grin spread on his face like a man winning a million-dollar lottery.

"Why?"

"Nothing." This time he hugged me even tighter and rubbed my back as the smile seemed to be plastered on his face permanently. My heart gladdened and smiled along with him. Not for long though because...

"Wystan. I can't breathe." I gasped.

He released me and laughed but still enveloping me with his body.

"Let's sleep, my Queen."

Tsk! Easy for you to say. My imagination had ruined my innocence and ability to sleep well!

* * * * *

Sounds of birds chirping and the sky outside was turning from dark blue night to a calm greyish-blue as dawn is breaking. I still could not catch a single wink and my brain was running a marathon. No matter how many times I took a deep breath, no matter how many times I tried to change the topic in my own head, it shifted right back to being in Wystan's cuddle!

My tummy began to grumble when I normally have my breakfast in another two hours. Oh dear me. Not once did he let me go. When I could no longer stand the hunger, I slowly strived my best to wriggle free without stirring him up.

As much as I enjoyed being in his embrace, I think my mental health begged to have its much-needed rest. I spent a good thirty minutes before I silently yelled my freedom!

Straight to the kitchen I went! Happily preparing a quick breakfast of some cereal to momentarily ease the hunger pang before having a proper one.

Lo and behold, as I turned around, the dry cereals I prepared flew in the air as the bowl clanged onto the floor! The only thing I managed to save was the metallic spoon in my mouth.