Austin's pov
I woke up to find myself in Alex's arms as I can clearly see that it's morning from his window. Slowly, I sat up and stared at the window miniature couch. I carefully got out of the bed and walk towards the window to sit down. "My knees somehow feel a bit better?" I wondered as I stretch and caress it.
"Our family doctor actually came last night," Alex groaned as sat up, seems pretty half-asleep. "He... treated my wound... your wound... repaired... you twisted... no, fractured? I don't know," he yawned as he walk towards me and sat beside me, leaning against my shoulder.
"Why don't you go back and sleep on your bed?" I chuckled.
"It's cold," he said, sliding down and wrap his arms around my waist. "Don't tell me to wear a shirt because I always sleep like this," he said.
