Waking up the next morning I could feel the heat radiating of off carter, he was so warm. Like all the time I have no clue how he does that, but I love it. I curled in closer to his chest. I look up at his sleeping form; he looked so innocent and peaceful. Like all of the worries have just been washed clear off his face.
Just as I was about to touch his face, and don't judge me he looks way to calm to be true. He rolled over, meaning he was lying right on top of me. Let me tell you he is not the lightest of teenage boys.
I let out a groan, and wiggle around trying to get him off of me. While trying to get out from underneath him I felt his err- uh morning wood, they call it that right? Next thing I know he let out a moan and I'm stiff as a board my eyes shut closed. This is so awkw
