harper jones is on the run (jonesycakes) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2015-02-23 01:45:00 |
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Sunlight had yet to pour in between the gaps of the curtains, but there was a coolness that had crept into the room and it picked at her feet and toes aggressively. She tugged her legs further beneath the covers and rolled over so that she was closer to the warmth next to her. Her knuckles brushed against flesh and she found her lips curling upwards as sleep ebbed, pulling through skin as if it was being absorbed by a sponge. She had yet to open her eyes, but she didn’t need to. She knew it was Josh lying next to her in bed, just as naked as she was and that thought caused the flame in her stomach to flare.
And yet, just as sleep was slipping from her grasp, so was the warm fuzziness that came from knowing who it was she was sharing a bed with. Harper couldn’t explain it why the happiness was changing, shifting into something else, something almost like dread… Except, she could. It was starting to make sense because she was becoming aware that she wasn’t supposed be in bed with Josh. Because she and Josh were not dating. That, among other things, were resurfacing and becoming apparent in her mind.
Her eyes shot open and she found Josh sleeping next to her. Her heart pounded in her throat where a scream was buried and silenced behind her tongue. How was this even possible? What the fuck. What the everloving fuck? How could this have happened? Nothing else was sticking in her mind apart from how she was sleeping with Josh. She could feel panic rising in her chest, but as far as a next step was concerned, she was clueless.
Josh was contently asleep. He had never really grown accustomed to sleeping next to someone, but the fact that there was another body next to him somehow seemed to cause his sleep to go deeper and more fulfilling. Completely oblivious to the fact that that body was now waking and realizing that something was very much wrong, he rolled over onto his stomach, closing the gap between them. His arm reached out across Harper’s stomach and he nestled his face into the space of pillow just about her shoulder. The sweet smell of her -- a mix of baking vanilla and floral soap -- filled his nostrils and a smile rose to his lips as he started to wake. Not fully conscious, he pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck where it sloped down to her collarbone and gave a soft sigh of contentment.
After a minute, his eyes slowly opened and he looked up at the forest of red hair that blocked his view of Harper’s face. He lazily reached up and pushed it back so that he could kiss her cheek. “Morning,” he said with a sleepy grin. His vision focused on her -- and that was when the first wave hit him. This was not something that he typically woke up to. Like the sleep that was filtered out of his system, so too were the feelings that this was anything familiar. Harper slept next door. That was where she woke up. Over there was where she belonged. This wasn’t right and the more he concentrated on that thought, the more true it felt. But if he was feeling this way, why wasn’t Harper? Why wasn’t she even reacting at all? Did she think that this was normal? What the hell is happening? He certainly hadn’t gotten drunk and decided to sleep with her… multiple times. Josh swallowed and fought to keep the expression on his face. “How did you sleep?” And how the fuck did we get here?