I knew he was still here. The weight of him against me and the heat that was radiating from him was like a comfort blanket. Groaning I moved closer to him, this felt right, us being like this felt right.

He was still here.... oh shit!

Pushing him off I almost fell out the bed. He couldn't be here when she got home. Grabbing my phone I groaned, it wasn't even 7 o'clock. I was so tired, my eyes hurt, my head hurt. Pulling my curtain open I wished I hadn't. The weather was still bad, the ...