Time both flew by and inched past at a snail's pace for Samatoki, lying in bed with you snuggled up against him. Your cheek rested on his chest, warm air brushing over his skin every time you breathed. One hand rested on his stomach, while the other laid limp beside him, your arm wrapped loosely around his waist. There was a kind of intimacy to it, something he was trying desperately to ignore despite the warm, tingling feelings it stirred in his chest.

This was a fling, that was all. Casual hook-ups from time to time, like everyone had. Neither of you were looking for anything more. He needed a way to blow off steam and you needed a way to get over some other guy. Samatoki never considered the possibility of wanting more until he found himself missing your presence. Wondering what you were doing, how you looked, if you were happy. You never seemed to leave is mind, no matter how hard he tried. He didn't want to damage what you had, to slip up and say something he didn't mean, but every day it only got harder to bite his tongue. Looking down at your peaceful, resting face was the hardest of all.

The moment didn't last long, though. Your lips flinched and your eyelids fluttered, a grumble rumbling in your throat. Samatoki froze, frowning. Maybe he'd woken you up. Had he said something out loud without realising, maybe? He had no way of knowing. You yawned, titling your head as your eyes gently blinked open, squinting up at him in the dark.