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“Hey.”
You grumbled in response, not opening your eyes. He'd leave you alone soon enough, surely. After all, look how tired you were. You couldn't possibly drive home in this condition. Never mind the fact your house wasn't far, it seemed hours and hours away whenever you were here. This was where your real home was, this den of contentment.
“Babe.”
At that, you smirked a little, but still refused to move. Maybe he'd leave you alone if you faked sleep. Besides, you really did not want to move; you were far too comfortable, and warm, to venture out into that cold November night.
“Love of my young life, really, you probably should go home now.”
“Don’t wanna,” you whined sleepily, pressing deeper into your lovely scented pillow.
Your pillow moved. Your pillow had a heartbeat, and it was quickening. Oh, your pillow was Eddie’s chest. His arm was wrapped loosely around you, tentatively even, the consummate gentleman.
“Don’t need your parents thinking I sacrificed you in order to pass senior year this year.”
“Well if it hasn’t worked thus far…”
“Shut up, doll.”
“Zzzz.”
“Don’t fake sleep with me, I invented every excuse in the book.”
You smiled, eyes remaining glued shut. He wasn’t wrong, but you refused to move if he wasn’t going to make you. He was clearly not trying too hard to do so, or he would’ve rolled you off in an instant. Eddie didn’t do anything he didn’t want to do. Case in point, the way his fingers were trailing up and down your arm, soothing in their wave-like motions, ebbing and flowing elbow to wrist.
“G’night, Eddie.”
“...Goodnight, sweet princess.”
The soft kiss planted on your forehead must have been part of the very nice dream you sank into, tucked away beside your very own knight in Black Sabbath armor, but you were happy to pretend Eddie had actually bestowed that Glinda gift upon you.