She awoke with a start, her heart pounding, sweat dripping down her forehead. She couldn’t stop the sobs that tore from her throat, immediately wrapping herself into a ball on the bed. Her entire body was shaking, her sobs becoming uncontrollable. There was a light knock on the door, followed by the turning of the knob.
“Macie?” she heard a masculine voice say. She looked up to see her housemate standing in the doorway, his hair sticking up in a messy halo around his head. “Are you okay?”
Macie let out a sniffle and stared at him, all the pain in her face drawing him towards her. He closed the door and walked over to her quickly, climbing into the bed and wrapping her in his arms. Her shaking body leaned against him, her soft curves pressed against his toned body. He laid his chin on top of her head, tucking her into him. Her strangled sobs turned to whimpers as he whispered sweet nothings to her.
“I’m sorry about this,” she whispered, pulling away to look at him. He merely shook his head and brought her back under his chin.
“Hush with that,” he said. “This just gives me an excuse to hold you.” She could hear the smile in his voice and let out a small laugh. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really,” Macie’s voice cracked. “Just… the usual.” She felt him nod and snuggled against him, his arms tightening around her as she did.
“We should sleep,” he said. Macie’s chest tightened, silently begging him not to leave her. He laid her down, and before she could say anything, lay behind her, laying his arm across her. “Is this okay?” he whispered into her hair. She nodded, hardly daring to breathe, willing her heartbeat to slow. Ever so carefully she laid her arm atop his, intertwining their fingers. She knew her actions were accepted when he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly, feeling his hot breath on the back of her neck.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
It's short, and I don't really like it all that much. I mean I can do alot better, but there you go c: