A miracle happened that morning, someone was rubbing off on me. I stirred from sleep early in the morning, my eyes flickering with my head and back aching to no end. I groaned, my body stiff, having slept in such an awkward position but I had nothing to complain about. My head turned from the feeling of a presence besides me. Mathew had pulled over next to me and had lay straight, looking up with a book covering his face. It was so cute, having me wonder when he passed out. I stared at his book covered face, stared at how his chest rose up and down so rhythmically. My hand shifted and brushed against his, feeling his warm skin against mine. He was of warm skin and I on the other side was always cold like the dead.
My skin brushed against his, feeling a bit of static having me close my
