Jason's POV
She was lying on top of me.
I gulped for what seemed like the thousandth time, still as a rock.
I glanced at Naomi sleeping on me, her arms and legs wrapped around me like octopus' tentacles, refusing to let go before killing me.
I had woken up in the same situation, with Naomi wrapped around me and my hand draped across her back, like the traitor it was.
The immediate thought was that it was a dream, that it must be a dream. But it was not. It was reality.
I tried to remember how we ended up like that, but all I could remember was telling her that I was going to lie down for a minute. She must have climbed in after I fell asleep. By mistake. Yeah.
The thoughts, the dangerous kind, started forcing their way through my mind, I didn't let them. I closed the gate before the
