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“You need sleep.”

“I do not.” You argue, though the book in your hand’s fallen onto the ground five times in the past ten minutes.

“Yeah? You’re awake, then?”

“Of course.” You grumble, rubbing at your eyes. A tinge of irritation streaks through you at Newt’s questioning. You’re certain you already know where it’s going to lead, and that, in your currently sleepy state, he’s going to win the argument.

“What’s happened in the story, then?”

Shit. “Martha just met Derek. They’re falling in love.”

Newt bites his lip to avoid grinning like a fool. Is it his fault you’re so adorable? “Not quite, love.”

“Then what happens?”

“I can’t say I know.”

You scowl at him, and it’s so cute he nearly laughs. “Who’re you to say I’m wrong, then?”

He watches you quietly for a moment before scooting backward, making room next to him in the giant arm chair you’d picked out for the living room. “Perhaps you’re right. Would you read it to me while I rest?”

You eye him suspiciously. You’ve wanted to read to  him for months, but he’d never let you. “You really want me to?

“If you’ll sit by me.”

You can’t see any trick in his words, and cuddling with Newt is always warm and wonderful, so you give in to his asks, swaying the slightest when you stand, but you make it over to him without any trouble, plopping onto the half-open cushion he’s on.

You begin to read aloud from the book, but pause when Newt drapes a blanket over your shoulders. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure you’re comfortable.”

The warmth of the blanket combined with the comfort of the arm Newt wraps around your shoulders soon has your eyelids drooping, words slurring as you slowly lean closer and closer to Newt, not stopping until your head’s on his chest and you’re out like a lightbulb.

Newt chuckles when you mutter something in your sleep. He wonders if there’s ever been anyone so lovely, and, if not, how he was so lucky as to get you.

Pressing a kiss to your head, Newt slinks down into the chair, finding the most comfortable position. It looks like he’ll be stuck the same way all night, you in his arms, curled up against his chest.

Chilling on the beach after work. I wouldn’t leave this beach either.

tickets are £52. 😞 ITS NOT BAD BUT. THAYS MY MONEY okay this is live circa thinking, I'm gonna find a way around this. we will grab tickets in December if so.