One Time

I feel comfortable for no reason. It's a lovely feeling, like I'm sleeping on a cloud. It was delightful. The space beside me was warm. It's the kind of warmth where you would snuggle deeper and would never want to wake up again.

"So nice," I murmured, half-awaked. A contented smile gracing my lips as I scooted closer.

"I agree,"

I nodded with my eyes still closed. My body wiggled with the aim to feel the warmth stronger.

"Right," I smiled. Then a few seconds ticked by and something clicked in my mind. Am I dreaming?

I sat up and rolled out of my bed in a hurry. A quick stare at my window, thankfully it was a little ajar, enough to see that the dawn's breaking. Glancing at my bed, I saw a familiar figure lounging there.

Holy smokes.

I gaped at Atlas with my mouth open in confusion. How the hell did he end up in my bed? As far as I remember, I did not drink anything last night. Also, I'm not the type to engage in a one night stand.