He had a peaceful look on his face while his arms and legs flailed all around my bed, hitting me square in the face and chest. And it’s not as if he has really small arms for it not to hurt. I’m pretty sure that he lifts weights at least thrice a week and does boxing every single day.
‘Cause I can see the result. He is like one of those Minecraft characters with the huge block-like fists that just jabs its way through every single thing that gets in its path.
I’m gonna be terribly bruised in the morning.
“Get your arm off of me!” I grunted as I pushed his arm that was on my face just seconds ago, and turned my back against him.
I’ve never really fallen asleep soundly with him beside me ever since I started this nonsense about protecting this cave man turned business connoisseur. If I g
