His warmth

"Stop!" The kids around me held me down on the ground. "I didn't do anything! It wasn't me!" The eleven year old me screamed.

"It has to be you. You're a bad person. My mom said so." The girl with pigtails stood in front of me with a lighter.

I felt something trickle on my back. Alcohol? Oil?

Click!

The girl tried to turn on the lighter.

Click!

"I'm telling you it wasn't me!!!" I screamed and struggled to somehow get out of their hold.

Click!

The lighter ignited, a beautiful blue flame danced on it.

I stared at it, "It wasn't me…"

She threw the lighter at me.

***

I woke up with a gasp.

Breathing heavily, I looked around at the empty place.

Ah…

Something like that happened once huh. I thought to myself after remembering the dream I had.

I looked down at myself and noticed the blanket around me.

I understand the part where the blanket is around me, but why am I between legs?

Only then did I realize that I was lying against his chest.