You and Dexter have been friends for 12 years now. You were as close as glue and stuck to eachother. You had bearly any boyfriends during the 12 years since Dexter scared them all off. Dexter never got a girlfriend himself, he was too attached to you. You were so close he even gave you permission to call him Dex. He always hated that Nickname till you started calling him that.

Last night you and Dexter had gotten into a fight and you went to the bar to drink it off. Dexter had brought you back to his place and apologised. The rest of the night was a blur of giggling.

Present time

You woke up in Dexters bed, wearing nothing but your bra, knickers and his hoodie. You also notices his arm draped around you. You look over at his sleepy face, his hair covering his eyes and his mouth slightly agape, you also notice he has no top on, showing off his muscles. You look down at yourself to see your covered in bite marks and hickeys. You begin to get up until Dexter pulls you close, still half alseep and numbing

"Don't... leave..."