everyone warned you.

“he’s not the clingy type,” they said. “he doesn’t cuddle.” “you’ll be lucky if he even holds your hand.”

yeah. right.

because right now?

you’ve been trying to escape the couch for the past five whole minutes.

"aaron,” you whisper, shifting slightly. “i have to go to the bathroom.”

he grunts.

you try again — lifting his arm gently, inching away — but before you can even get your leg off the edge, his arm tightens around your waist and his leg hooks over yours like a human seatbelt.

“aaron." you groaned.

“no,” he mutters, eyes still closed. “you move, i die.”

you blink. “i thought you weren’t a cuddler.”

he shrugs, pulling you even closer. “guess i just needed the right person.”

you melt. completely. heart beating fast, trying so hard to hide your grin.

you stayed there. wrapped up in the boy no one thought could ever be soft — except with you.

always with you.