Melvin was the first to wake up the next morning, and he rolled his eyes when he felt Kimberly cuddling him from across the pillow divide.
Did she always sleep that way, or was she just doing this because she was in his body? Was there even a way he could stop her from cuddling him that way, seeing as placing a divide couldn't? It felt weird to wake up being cuddled by his own body.
Melvin moved away from her and sat up. As his gaze settled on her, the words she had said to him last night came back to him.
Although he had said he wouldn't think about it and just hold onto his anger but, he just couldn't help it.
He couldn't believe that she had been waiting for him to reach out to her all this while. Why didn't she try to talk to him when she visited six months ago before his mother's death?
