7. Thomas x
You can't sleep:
Light shines through the makeshift window signalling the beginning of the day. I turn around and admire the sleeping Thomas beside me, his arm hung loosely over my waist. Smiling contentedly I tousle my hand through his black hair and watch as he stirs in his sleep. He opens his eyes and meets mine and grins a lopsided grin.
"Good morning beautiful." He whispers huskily. Blushing I kiss his cheek.
"Not really, I couldn't sleep." I admit while playing with my hands. He grabs my hands and stares at me until I look up at him.
"If you ever feel like that again, wake me up. I'll stay up with you." I grit my teeth to prevent me from smiling as I shake my head.
"You know I could never do that to you! You have to run!"
"Actually, speaking of that, I have to get to work!" He stares down at me through his eyelashes and smiles apologetically.
"I understand, we can talk later." I stroke his cheek. He holds my hand for a second and then lets go to get out of bed. My eyes skim over his face and come to rest on to his exposed chest, sighing wistfully. I look away quickly, my cheeks heating up. Once dressed, he leans over me and places a kiss on the top of my head.
"I'll see you later beautiful." and he runs out.