You lay in bed, arms wrapped around his left one tightly. Your breathing even, your head resting deep into the pillow and you snore a little bit but who cares.

Virgil, whose arm you are grabbing, was sitting next to your sleeping body, his brain racing. He was overthinking and his eyes were travelling over you. What if you didn’t actually like Thomas? What if you were gunna leave? Why are you here? Are you a serial killer in disguise?

You were on your stomach, shirtless and only in your shorts which didn’t leave much to one’s imagination. He looks at your muscles and back and bum, nervously waiting for someone to tell him he was hallucinating.