George was severely anti-waking up, on general principles, and would vocally deny, pretty strenuously, being pro-anything-remotely-resembling-cuddling, but waking up all curled up like this was totally awesome. Like, she wanted to just kind of listen to him breathe, and not in a creepy stalker way or anything.
It probably didn't count as creepy stalker if you were actually sleeping with the guy. Did it?
Here was a sentence she never thought she would agree with: prom had been awesome. Did she have to trade in her indie cred now?
She wriggled in closer and settled for a contented noise.
To be honest, she'd probably lost a good chunk of her indie cred the very day she'd started going out with Jeremy Darling, since he stood for... a lot of things anti-indie just on the basis of the family he came from.
But that was neither here nor there. He was starting to wake up. Next up was blinking his bleary eyes open, and figuring out where he was and who with. That was easily done, though: he looked over at George and that answered those questions.
He smiled, though it was lazy and, frankly, a little sleepy.
Helpfully, indie cred was something you lost if you actually cared about having it. So if she acted like she didn't notice or care that it was gone, then paradoxically, she gained it back. It was head-gamey like that.
"Hey," she mumbled. Okay, it was more like 'hngh,' but nobody really graded on enunciation when waking up in bed together. Unless you were banging a linguistics prof.
"Don't gotta ... get up, right?"
That was a coherent thought, Jeremy. That had taken effort. He should be impressed.
Jeremy chuckled quietly. That was as good as being impressed, right? "No," he told her. "Absolutely not. As far as I'm concerned, we never have to move from this spot."
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It probably didn't count as creepy stalker if you were actually sleeping with the guy. Did it?
Here was a sentence she never thought she would agree with: prom had been awesome. Did she have to trade in her indie cred now?
She wriggled in closer and settled for a contented noise.
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But that was neither here nor there. He was starting to wake up. Next up was blinking his bleary eyes open, and figuring out where he was and who with. That was easily done, though: he looked over at George and that answered those questions.
He smiled, though it was lazy and, frankly, a little sleepy.
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"Hey," she mumbled. Okay, it was more like 'hngh,' but nobody really graded on enunciation when waking up in bed together. Unless you were banging a linguistics prof.
"Don't gotta ... get up, right?"
That was a coherent thought, Jeremy. That had taken effort. He should be impressed.
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He'd always been a dreamer.
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