Consciousness comes in the form of Riot's bare chest against my face and his arm wrapped around my torso like a python. I don't bother waking him up. Instead, I attempt to gain my freedom by rolling over, which only triggers that aforementioned python to go on lock down.
Through the open curtains on the wall straight in front of me, I can see the blackness of the outside. Dreary and dark.
A c***k of thunder rumbles through the house briefly, vibrating the bed gently. Riot nuzzles his nose into my disheveled hair, still asleep. It's as if, even unconsciously, he's showing me that he's still there. I smiled before closing my eyes again.
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Morning rolls around and when the sun comes up it stays dark outside. The heavy patter of rain drums on the roof above, creating a relaxing sort of
