Blake's POV
It's warm...
A little too warm...
I groan as I shrug the blanket off my shoulder to cool off. The blanket doesn't move. Instead, it seems to be getting tighter. What the heck? I open my eyes to see two arms wrapping tighter around me, and my breathing stops. Did I wake up too soon? Oh, this will be bad; they're always mad when I wake up before they want me to. I follow the arms up to the shoulder to see who this is and what they're doing to me. I don't know why I always look; I always regret it. My eyes trail upward toward the face.
It's Noah.
I sigh in relief, letting my head fall back down where it was. Noah wouldn't hurt me. I take a few deep breaths with my eyes closed to calm down. I'm not there anymore. I'm safe. Noah wouldn't hurt me. Once I calm my racing heart and
