The last week had been hell from dead bodies popping up in Southport and a serial killer hellbent on killing you and your friend group... each night feeling like it could be your last, every shadow a reminder that someone was hunting you.

The memory slams into you from last summer. The car driving straight toward Teddy, it swerving out of the way and going over the cliff. The accident flashes in your head like it just happened yesterday.

And now after just being attacked by the killer at the cemetery, them standing over you, knife hovering over your chest, you’d thought it was over for you. But Teddy, your ex-boyfriend, came in and tackled them to the ground. He saved you.

And now, too scared to be alone, you find yourself back where you never thought you’d be—

With him. In his house. In his room. Teddy stands by your bed, watching over you, concern etched into his face. He couldn't imagine if something had happened to you tonight, if he truly lost you.

You and Teddy were good together once. But after the accident… it had been too much to bear for both of you.

“Cuddle with me?” you ask, your voice small, betraying how shaken you are.

“Alright, move over,” he says gently before sliding into bed beside you.

You rest your hand on his bare chest, pushing away his open shirt, your fingertips brushing his warm skin as you trace patterns like you used to.

He chuckles softly, smiling as he shifts closer, moving so naturally, like muscle memory, resting his chin on your head.

“I’m not your chin rest,” you mumble, half-annoyed, half-teasing.

“Oh, come on, you love it,” he replies, wrapping his arms securely around you, his warmth chasing away the tremors in your body.

“I've missed this. You always were a good cuddler," he says, reminiscent of the last time he held you like this.