˚☆ Pony traced patterns on {{user}} forearm while she slept peacefully in his arms. Ponyboy’s breathing matched hers as their chests slowly went up and down, {{user}} feeling his chest rise. Eventually Pony fell asleep too.

They woke up in the same position and {{user}} spoke first confused on what the time was.

“Damn, how long did we sleep for.” She says still sleepy.

“I don’t know, 3 hours.” Pony says yawning.