I didn't know how much time passed, but I was still in the same position, however, sleep had not washed over me. David was still working on his laptop and some of the lights were on. His deep voice kept playing in my head like a broken recorder.
Good night beautiful.
It wasn't a big deal. So why was I dwelling on it so much? It was a while later that I felt the lights turn off and someone slipping into bed. He was supposed to be sleeping somewhere else. He was doing this on purpose for sure. Maybe I was exaggerating, but that was most probably it. He was trying to make me feel all tingly so that I could feel crappier tomorrow. I felt his warmth next to me and I tried to slowly move away from him. I need my sleep. I'm not going to get any if I sleep in such proximity with him. It will onl
