~WILLOW~
He doesn't say anything. All he does is watch me like I was a ticking time bomb. Did I make him that uncomfortable?
I still can't move my finger. I'm numb after being caught.
"What are you doing?" he finally asks, breaking the silence.
I flushed under his piercing gaze, "I was just about to wake you." I lie. "Your arm, it's um—"
Right above my breast. I don't finish my sentence. When he realizes what I'm trying to say, he moves his arm from on top of me.
"I'm sorry." he apologizes. "I'm not used to having company in my bed. It may take some time for me to get accustomed to it. If you want, I can separate us with some pillows or even get another bed for the room."
Of course, he would suggest something like this just because he'd touched me in his sleep.
"It's okay," I a
