I wake up in a panic, unnecessarily terrified that Virgil has left again until I feel his arms around me and I'm quick to relax, heaving a sigh of relief that didn't last very long.
I slowly take in my current position, my face steadily heating up, somehow we both moved into a spooning position which I'm pretty sure it's all me and Virgil most likely adjusted to make me more comfortable.
Our legs are tangled together and his much larger body dwarfs mine, his arms are wrapped so high and tight around me that he nearly pushes my sweater off with how far in his arms are, his face buried in my neck.
It couldn't possibly get worse, or so I think because as if on cue my mom swings open the door, I really need to start giving her a heads up when ever Virgil or Dale is around.
"Oh no! Why do I keep doing this to myself." She groans in misery and I wince, hearing her rush out again.
