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    Back in Bemy’s room I keep my towel tight around my chest as I sort through my packed bag looking


    for the pyjamas I shoved in underneath all the other stuff. I find a pair of underwear easily enough. I


    drop the pyjama pants on the bed as I search for the top. Bemy is looking at them with a funny look


    on his face. Somewhere between confusion and


    embarrassment.


    “What?” I ask, looking back between him and the pyjamas. I know they’re childish fuzzy nnel ones,


    but it’s not like the unicorn ones he’s seen me in before were particrly


    impressive. What’s so weird about these ones?


    “It’s nothing, just… I don’t know. You’re going to think I’m creepy if I ask…” He trails off. I tilt my head


    and raise an eyebrow.


    “Ask what?” I prompt.


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    “Would you wear my t–shirt?” He blurts out. Okay, not what I was expecting.


    “Why?” I ask.


    “Well, you wore one thest time you slept here. It’s weird, but it made me feel… secure, having you all


    wrapped up in my scent. I could use that feeling right now.” He admits.


    “I can’t pretend I understand that. But I don’t particrly mind.” I tell him and drop the top. I had just


    found back into the bag. I loop my pyjama pants over one arm and grab my underwear then wait for


    Bemy to dig around in his stuff and find me a top to wear. He drops a blue t–shirt over my arm and I


    step into his ensuite to get dressed. His top is so big on me it falls off my right shoulder leaving it


    uncovered. But it isfortable. The moment I step out of the bathroom, Bemy scoops me up in his


    arms, a little like his did earlier when he first found me hiding in my kitchen. He hugs me tight and


    buries his face against my shoulder, apparently unbothered by my wet hair which is currently dripping


    down my back.


    “Thankyou.” He murmurs against my shoulder. He eventually releases me and steps back to look at


    me, letting out a heavy sigh.


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    “What’s wrong?” I ask him


    “The fact that you’re asking me what’s wrong is what’s wrong. I’m feeling kind of like a jerk. You’ve had


    an awful traumatic night and somehow you’re still the oneforting me. It should be able to hold it


    together well enough to take care of you without pushing my issues onto you.” His tone is apologetic.


    “It’s okay. I’m really fine. A little stressed, but nothing really happened. Worrying about other people is


    always more scary than actually being at risk yourself. When Megan was about to marry Tristan I was


    waaay more upset than I am tonight. Besides, I’m just learning more about you. Also you


    HAVE been taking care of me You’ve been here, you let me have my first bubble bath in as long as I


    can remember and you’ve taken care of everything. Without you I would probably still be sitting behind


    the kitchen bench hoping whoever it was wouldn’te back. Or maybe a police station being ignored


    while Iin about vandalism and property damage done by some unknown person. Instead, I’m


    here with you, I’m safe and I don’t have to worry about cleaning up ss and blocking up my window


    before I can sleep.” Bem doesn’t seem convinced.


    “You’re still doing it. Trying to make me feel better. But I failed, you got hurt. I didn’t keep


    you safe.” He lookspletely devastated and I have no idea how to help anymore. What time is it


    anyway? It feelste. Or early. I’m not sure. But I am starting to feel lethargic. I’m physically rxed


    from my bath and Bemy’s ministrations. I don’t know if my mind is going to be sleepy but it’s worth a


    try.


    “What time is it?” I look around for my phone and find it on the bed next to my bag. I try to check the


    time, but the screen stays dark. Shoot, it must be t. I probably forgot to charge it in the evening


    before I went to bed. I’m not surprised, I didn’t even check my messages. I guess I won’t be catching


    up on the group chat tonight. I’ll have to wait to find out what Harry has done next in his attempts to rile


    (seduce?) the cute bartender. Bemy nces at


    his own phone.


    “It’s around quarter past four in the morning.” He answers, then he takes my bag from the bed in front


    of me and moves it to the ground at the end of the bed.


    “Hop in, I’m just going to change into a dry shirt and I’ll join you.” He gestures down to the grey top he’s


    wearing. It has arge damp spot down his chest and stomach. Partially from washing my hair and


    apparently getting water everywhere, and partially because he hugged me and all my wet hair. I


    clumsily climb into the bed straight to the back corner closest to


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    the wall. Bemy has done the same thing I have and keeps his bed pushed up against a wall. I guess


    people who normally sleep alone don’t have to worry about making sure the bed is essible from


    multiple sides. There’s no one else to disturb. In his fresh clothes, Bemy climbs into bed beside me


    and his brow furrows a little.


    “You’re so far away.” Heins. He then reaches out and drags me towards him until I am about as


    close to him as I can be without lying on top of him. He moves around until he can scoop me up and


    slide his arm under my neck and rolls me towards himself a little so now I really am lying half on top of


    him. He reaches out and turns off themp, stretching to reach without pushing me off. In the dark, he


    wraps his free arm around my waist tightly. Very tightly actually, it’s a little ufortable.


    “Bemy… you’re holding on a little tight…” I whisper. His arm on my waist loosens a little.


    “I didn’t realise.” he sounds oddly anxious for a guy lying in bed with his (okay this feels weird but)


    girlfriend. With his grip on me loosened, I move around a bit to get more.fortable. I face away from


    him because it feels weird to be basically breathing in his face,


    then scoot in close against him. I quickly use my arm that isn’t pinned below me to grab my long hair


    and pull it over my shoulder so that it isn’t sticking in his face.


    “Is this better?” I ask nervously. Usually he’s the one to grab onto me and pull me closer, or if it is me


    being clingy I’m asleep and don’t remember doing it.


    “Almost perfect.” He responds before draping his arm over my waist again. He snuggles into me.


    Finally we’re bothfortable except… I’m not sure exactly how… rxed Bemy is really feeling. He


    might be calmer now but his situation from the bathroom earlier does not seem to have settled. In this


    position I can feel him pressed up against me and I don’t quite know how I’m supposed to react. Since


    I’m not ready to do anything about it, do I just ignore his obvious arousal? What is the protocol here? Is


    there protocol for this? I’m pretty sure by the time most couples are living and sleeping together they’re


    usually also… sleeping together. Ugh I am so awkward. I can feel my heart rate increasing as I work


    myself up into a


    nervous wreck.