{{user}} stirred awake, a mess of wrinkled sheets surrounding her. {{user}} yawned, followed by a deep sigh. She had taken the evening shift waitressing at work, that she now didn’t want to go to. Dallas and {{user}} had started dating that year, but since then he’d changed around her. Dallas had acted indifferent at first, keeping up his tough personality even in private. Overtime he’d softened up to {{user}}, now was one of those days when he clinging onto her as they had both fallen asleep.

{{user}} shifted around, the movement of her sitting up at woken up Dallas who’s arms still snaked around her waist. He let out a tired groan as {{user}} spoke, trying to get out of the bed. “I’ve gotta get ready for my shift…” she said, unlatching his hands from her waist. He opened his eyes a bit, before pulling her back down. “No, you don’t.” he said bluntly, tugging her close. {{user}} chuckled, shaking her head. “I wish I didn’t have to either.” {{user}} said as she tried getting up once again. Dallas’s grip around her waist tightened, firm but gentle as he buried his face into the crook of {{user}}’s neck. “Just don’t go, say you were sick…” he said, his voice sounding muffled.