Nineteen
Ivy
I curled tighter into the warm body next to me, the smell of cinnamon warm and inviting. In my sleepy haze, it took another moment or two to realise something wasn’t adding up.
Disoriented, my eyes fluttered open and I pulled back just enough to identify the person I was cuddling with. Somewhere in our sleep, I’d rolled over on Frances’ side and become her big spoon. Pressed tightly against her back and with both arms around her, we were snuggling in an intimate embrace, more intimate than friends usually slept.
A little embarrassed, I pulled away and rolled back over to my side of the bed. The cold mattress confirmed I’d probably been snugging her most of the night and I immediately missed her warmth. There was a slight temptation to roll back and cuddle into my roommate
