#collinjohnny

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Oh, lighthouse

Oh lighthouse, bring me home

Like, REALLY fuckin hot outside.

Like, sweat-the-blood-out-of-your-skin hot outside.

And unfortunately for Collin Sloinne, shes just been awakened to the human equivalent to a 150 pound space heater sprawled across her, crushing her into the down mattress like a hydraulic press.

Groaning, she sits up to the best of her ability, propping herself up with her elbows and looking down at her boyfriend. He had seemed to have decided that her chest was the best place in the entire world to fall alseep- and it certainly wasnt the *worst* place, she supposed. Any other day, and she'd smile, and sigh, and huff and affectionate puff of air in his direction. And then probably spend longer then necessary playing with the soft red strands of his hair, twisting them around her fingers like blades of grass.

But today? Collin glanced down at her phone.

Ninety two fucking degrees.

Yeah. She needed this big lug off of her.

Unfortunately, it seemed that today, just like all days, her 5'10 boyfriend had decided to sleep as soundly as a rock. Heavy as a rock too, and Collin's brittle bones simply didnt have enough leverage to get him off so she could get up and change out of her sweatpants and nightgown. The most her shoving did was prompt him to snort in his sleep and wrap his arms tighter around her, nestling into her with a sigh.

Danm.

Well. It was only 4 am.

Maybe she could deal with this heat a little longer.

With a long drawn-out sigh, she drops back down onto the mattress behind her. Johnny shifts again, pulling her even closer, and Collin feels her heart fill with something embarrassingly syrupy sweet.

Yeah. Just a little while longer.