Aaron always slept like this, with you clinging onto him. he thought you’d end up rolling off in the night, but you never did. and quite frankly he enjoyed that, he liked being able to hold you. he wasn’t sure what time it was when you bolted upright in the bed, panting and gripping one of his hands so hard your knuckles bore white.

“jesus-” aaron croaked, still collecting his bearings from being woken. however when he saw your state, his hand moved to the small of your back “hey-“