First Impressions
Melisa lay in bed, feeling like a particularly squishy purple pancake.
Next to her, Armia's muscular form threatened to turn her into nim jelly with each slight movement. When Melisa had extended the offer for Armia to stay over earlier that day, she hadn't quite considered what being her little spoon would entail.
Armia's arms constricted around Melisa further.
[Note to self: I need a bigger bed.]
"Melisa?" Armia's voice was soft, barely above a whisper. "You awake?"
"Yeah," Melisa replied, trying not to sound as breathless as she felt. "What's up?"
Silence fell between them again, broken only by the distant sounds of the city and Melisa's increasingly labored breathing. Armia spoke again.
"Darien was such an annoying little shit," she said.
[Okay, wasn't expecting that,] Melisa thought, blinking in surprise.
Armia continued, seemingly oblivious to Melisa's confusion.