TheClosetKidnapper

Jag I mumble her name in my sleep and stir again, curling up.

Jag I sprawl out in my sleep, sighing.

Jag I groan and watch her for a few minutes before my eyes close on me. Slowly falling back, I allow myself to fall asleep.

Jag I watch her and sigh, "God... why do you torture me like this? You know full well I can't sleep now, not with you all sexy in there."

Jag I nod, yawning, and smile lightly, "Yeah."

Jag I head to the bathroom, showering quick and changing into sweatpants and a tank top. Exhausted all of a sudden, I trudge out to the bed and plop down ...

Jag I smile lightly and open the door for her, letting her in first.

Jag I shrug, "I do... but this stuff doesn't taste good at all."

Jag I smile back and take her hand, "Let's get back to the house then. I'm starting to taste blood... nasty sh*t."

Jag I hold out my arms for her, "I'll carry you. Or try to. I might lose consciousness in a bit. Or at least that's what I've heard happens."

Jag I stop when she does and turn to her, "What's wrong?"

Jag I smile fully and allow myself to speed up again, catching up with her, "I know."

Jag "I'm not," I lie, smiling at her admiringly. "I'm just tired."

Jag I smile fully and speed up, racing her as she does me though I intend to let her win.

Jag I nod and realize I might have just said too much, smiling lightly back, "Yeah. Adrenaline's screwing with my mind. We should hurry up."