I woke up with the warm feeling of strong arms wrapped around me, although where I'd slept was small and uncomfortable. So opening my eyes with difficulty, I saw that I was laying down on the couch and knew the person holding me from behind was Zach Walter.
After the spat we had last night, we passed out on the couch from exhaustion, me crying my eyes to sleep in his arms.
Blinking a few times, I couldn't help but to hope that everything that happened last night was just an awful nightmare. But my eyes were dry and were burning, proving to me that everything had been as real as it could get.
I remembered that he had told me he loved me last night. And I hated myself for being in such a situation that I couldn't say back, and instead shouted at him. When things get as real
