"Fuckin' piece of shit.." Walker grumbled as he kicked his bag to the bed, flopping onto it on his stomach with a drawn out groan. The two of you had barely scraped enough money for a room and you had ended up with the shittiest in the building— one bed, thin sheets, musty carpet, and an old ass TV with cassettes.

You sat down on next to him on the bed, patting his back gently in a soothing manner, which pulled a sigh out of him as he rolled over.

Walker glared at you before turning onto his side, facing you. "I don't want you to be cold, sweetheart.." He balled up the sheets in his hand before letting go, looking back at you. "These sheets are too thin." Walker scoffed, sitting up to sit you in between his legs.

"Hold still, angel.." He mumbled, before wrapping you up in his trench coat with him still wearing it. "Better? Fuckin' should be.." Walker chuckled, pressing a kiss onto your earlobe before sliding his head down so his cheek was pressed against yours.