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34. “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am to cuddle?”

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winters got cold in cradle, very cold. especially, it seemed, in your room. of course; that could have just been an excuse, a trick of their to provide you with an excuse to slip out of bed at 4 in the morning and creep down the halls until you found the king of spades himself’s room and pushed the door open, letting yourself in.

maybe you would’ve been a bit more shy about it if it was the first time, but it certainly wasn’t, aside from the fact that the other times, you had far better excuses. you gently shook him awake, leaning shyly over his bed with one hand over your chest to protect from any possible cleavage spilling out.

he awoke slowly, grabbing your hand and using it to pull himself up in bed and to pull you to sit on his bed beside him. “what is it?” he asked, clearly concerned as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand, the left one holding onto you.

“i...” you started, though you panicked before you could finish it. “i wanted to... cuddle!” you exclaimed, to which he raised his eyebrows for a moment before a smirk slowly took over his pretty lips.

“so what you’re telling me is... you come to my room and wake me up at 4am to cuddle?” he smirks, shifting under the blanket to pull you beneath it as well, and promptly rolling over top of you, propping himself up on his elbows.

“it was cold in my room.” you defend, looking up at him with big eyes before gently smacking his chest. “don’t do that.”