One second my his hand is over there, and the next, he's pressing it on my head. "You're a little warm. That's a relief.” "Yeah.”
He goes back to sleep after that, arms tight around me. Crimson explodes around my face but its a relief he isn’t looking at me. I blame my fever though about me feeling this way. I need to get out. Escape this snake like grip. But he isn’t letting go though. He already knows Im awake. Shouldn’t he move now? He doesnt. I try to tap him with a free finger, as if to say please let go. Does he do it? No. All I get is silence in return. Silence from a person who’s typically noisy. I huff under my breath, poking the side of my cheek next with my tongue.
My hand wrap around his wrist in attempts to get it off but it firmer than a solid rock. Is he really not gonna
