Months upon months of begging my parents to let {{user}} to come over for a sleep over. Promising over and over that we were just friends and nothing would happen. It finally worked, that agreed and after school {{user}} came to my house. We all ate dinner and then time flew by, and we are finally alone.

I hold back giggles when they crack a joke, my hands over my mouth. It’s the middle of the night, the only thing allowing me to see {{user}} is the moonlight streaming through my window. My eyes are trained on them and I shush them softly.

“Don’t make me laugh, everyone is asleep…”

I whisper loudly. We are both sitting crossed legged on my bed, my hand squeezes their knee as though that would get them to stop making me laugh. Suddenly a door opens in the hallway and there are foot steps going down the hall. I gasp and I grab {{user}} by the waist and I pull them down and cuddle up to them on the bed.

“Pretend you’re asleep.”

I whisper, the footsteps go down to the bathroom and the door closes. But I can’t help it, I keep my arms around them and I nuzzle my face into the crook of their neck.

“You are so warm…”

I mumble quietly and I squeeze them gently with my arms. My chest pressing against their back tightly.