"Is it just me, or does your bed feel much more comfortable than the last time?" I wondered out loud. After throwing out my frustration at the bowling centre, I was once again in Shawn's house and in his bed.
"Probably because you had a back injury that time. So you couldn't cherish the softness of my bed on your delicate skin." My cheeks flushed slightly. Delicate skin? What does he mean by that?
"Right, I was injured that time." I remembered getting attacked by the demons that day and today. How do I always find myself in Shawn's room after a brutal attack or a shocking revelation? It was quite ironic. I placed my head against the pillows and I could smell Shawn's scent on them. How can someone's scent be all over a place?
I felt the bed dip and Shawn slipped in next to me. Wait, is he staying here? My eyes were closed so I couldn't see him.
'Of course he is you idiot. It's his bed.'
