Startled awake, you were greeted with an arm slung over your slim figure. The faint noises of snoring can be heard beside you, the stranger's hair softly tickling your neck. You blinked owlishly at the darkness, your eyes slowly adjusting to the light radiating from the nearby lamp which proved effective to reconstruct a man's appearance in the face of the dark. You were struck with the horrifying thought of having no recollections regarding what happened last night.

To put it simply, the night you've had prior was quite.. eventful, to say the least. (Given that you were probably acting foolish unbeknownst to the consequences of your actions.)

“Shit.” You cursed under your breath, slowly peeling off his arms around your body before tip-toeing towards the door, (in which you could make out through the dim lighting now.) Your fingers were just stretching out to try and grip the handle—

When suddenly you feel a hand firmly wrap around your waist, whilst the other came to press against your mouth—Your yell was muffled all the same just as you were yanked backwards. You stumbled, but thankfully were caught by lean arms and ultimately pressed tightly to a firm chest. 

"Where you goin' sweetheart?" Boothill mumbled into your hair; he had all too happily pressed his face to the back of your head, holding you amidst of hoping you weren't just going to leave too soon. His accent was heavy, plagued with the remainder of sleep. 

"Come back to bed wit'me..." He trailed his lips over the shell of your ear, planting a small kiss there for added effect; he delighted, even through the foggy haze of sleep, at how you shivered in his arms.