The bed moved once again as the person next to me shifts around for the umpteenth time in the past hour.
"Sleep," I growled, turning my head slightly in her direction. "Or I will make you."
"Your bed is lopsided. I keep feeling like I'm falling towards the middle," she replied, shifting yet again.
"Then fall into the middle."
"But that's not comfortable."
I released another growl before I turned my entire body around and allowed it to sink into the middle of the bed, where there was a small dip due to overuse. Then, I reached over to place an arm over her midsection and pulled her into me. I took her lack of protest (and the fact that she was nuzzling my neck) as consent, so I left my arm where it was. It appeared she has taken that as my consent because she reciprocated and crossed an arm over to hug me closer.
"We're cuddling," she pointed out.
I could almost hear the smirk in her voice. "No, we're not."
"Yes, we are. There is no space between our bodies. You're holding me and I'm holding you. This is called cuddling."
"This is called shut up and let me sleep," I retorted, knowing full well that she was technically right.
Except I'm never going to admit that I was cuddling someone. It's such a sappy thing to do.
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