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The silence between us had stretched long enough to feel oddly comfortable, almost like an extra blanket wrapping around us. Outside, the storm pounded against the window, but beneath the heavy blankets, our bed had turned into a cozy little world of its own, it was warm, dim, and safe.
I lay on my back, gazing at the faint shadows dancing on the ceiling, listening to Adrien's steady breathing, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was asleep or just pretending, like I was.
Or if he knew I was pretending to be asleep.
Then, before I could really think about it, the words slipped out, soft and honest in the dark.
"You know… I wasn't really worried you'd try to ...seduce me or anything," I whispered. "That's not why I was acting so strange about the bed."
Adrien shifted next to me, the mattress dipping slightly as he turned on his side to face me. "Then what was it? Why were you so... terrified?"
I winced, terrified? I came off as terrified?!
Crap!
