I wake up surprisingly early the next day and not on my own accord. The brightness from Dominic's phone is what wakes me, along with his muffled laughter. I open my eyes to see him lying down beside me, looking at memes. When he sees that I'm awake, he leans his phone over to me. "Look at this one!"
I squint and give a weak chuckle at the photo he's displaying. Feeling oddly close to him, I glance down and find that my leg is draped over his waist. I immediately pull it off of him and he locks his phone and smiles at me. "Sorry..." What a great thing to wake up to.
"And just last night, you threatened me, and I quote: 'but if I wake up and you're touching me at all, I'll rip your hair off your head,'" he mocks me and I rub my face with my hands.
"Yeah, it's coming back to me, vaguely, b
