Alvia's POV
I wake up struggling to put away the heavy support pressing me against the bed making me scared for a second. When the sleep completely clears from my eyes, I notice Deacon is still sleeping and the heaviness pressing against me is his arm. He wraps his arms around me and encloses me pushing me against his hard chest. I watch as he sleeps so peacefully like a baby. My heart melts as he crawls up closer to me mumbling my name faintly. I try to fight the urge to just stay on the bed and lie next to me, I blindly search for phone stretching my hands behind me tapping on the bed and the surface of the adjacent cupboard. My hands can't trace it so I'm painfully forced to get away from Deacon's warm embrace. I gently pull away his large arm from around me and he engulfs me tighter
