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I gave in to sleep for too long, I don't know if it was the tiredness that tangled me to the comfy mattress or the sweet oblivion of last night.

Did he truly massage my belly? It was as if I never had any cramps. I remembered he kept on doing it long until I fell asleep.

I squeezed open my eyes with a lot of effort only to get suffocated by the loss of air, I realized I was buried deep into his crook, my hands wrapped around his chest.. for god's sake!! How was I even sleeping!??

I moved my body to push up from the bed and especially away from him when a strong muscular arm pulled me back securing my middle section, he wrapped the entire arm around me as if caging me between him and the mattress.

He's awake?

I gulped before murmuring "G-good morning" all of a sudden I'm reminded of the last night in fragmented memory and that was enough to stir the hue on my face.

"Sweet morning" and that sleepy voice muffled when he lowered himself in the mess of my hair. Rubbing his nose in my scalp like it's nothing. I think he's not awake at all.

This while I pushed with my full strength and a gasp so sharp left me when I was actually knocked down by him "It's still seven. You should rest" and that wasn't a suggestion, not that his tone hinted.

I will. If only you don't play with my vitals.

I swear I shoved a life threatening shiver down to my core when he, out of nowhere began drawing lazy circles on my belly. "Is your cramp okay?" He mumbled barely distancing himself from my crook.

From what I remember he's not drunk, nor is he sleepy because he hardly gets sleep so that option is already cancelled out. So what is chemically wrong with him today?

"Are you okay?" He finally lifts his head up with a concerned gaze peppering my features, I realized I hadn't replied to him. "Yeah. It's gone. Thank you" I pressed, genuinely.

"Why thank me? I couldn't do anything about the cramps." He truly sounded disheartened and at that moment I wished people or probably men, all men should be like him.

"Your massage helped a lot" I wanted to say something just to scorch that disappointed look off his face. He smiled. Like a real one.

To avoid the effect it roused inside of me, I pushed myself up "I'll go first" I announced before he comes up with one of his non sensical ideas of sharing the bathroom together.

Reaching halfway towards the washroom I remembered about the broken knob, he didn't have to go this length.

Shaking away any unwanted thoughts I stepped in securing the door with many stools and cloth cartons. I turned the faucet on and ran a hot shower. Showering, cleaning, and dressing didn't take much of my time.