It had been a week since I had fallen asleep. A. Week. I asked how I had been asleep that long, but Isaiah had just chuckled. It annoyed me, of course, but what could I do?

I also felt more... attached to him than before? It was hard to explain, but I felt more comfortable with him than I had anybody else. Even Liam, who hadn't quit bugging me until Isaiah threatened him. I didn't know with what, but one day Liam said he would be back in a while and left quickly.

Not my concern.

I rolled onto my stomach, trying to focus on the book I was reading. I laid sprawled on the floor, a book on Grimm's Fairy Tales open in front of me. It was a bit hard to focus, especially with Isaiah asleep on the couch merely a few feet away.

It was rare that I saw him asleep, as I always fell asleep first. He sat with his thighs parted, head tilted back to rest on the back of the couch. he wasn't wearing formal attire, but a tight tee with tiny words and pair of black joggers, along with a pair of black ankle socks.

Eventually, my curiosity got the better of me, and I got up from my black on the rug. Carefully, so I didn't wake him, I crawled up onto the couch. I leaned closer, studying his eyelids to make sure he was really awake, and then climbed onto his lap. Tilting my head, I touched one of his arms, eyes widening at the firmness of his muscles. Concentrating, I traced the outline of them with a featherlight touch, careful not to wake him up.

Honesty, I didn't know what possessed me to do something so embarrassing. There was like this... little urging, in the back of my mind, saying that nothing bad could occur with what I was doing.

Leaning a bit closer to his chest, I studied the small print on his shirt. It was super tiny, but I could make out the words on it. It said 'F * C K L I F E'. Somehow, I wasn't surprised.

Up on his face, I traced his features with my finger. I nudged his sharp jawline, then yanked back my hand as if it would cut me. His eyelashes quivered, and I froze, scared he was walking up. But nothing happen, and I heaved a sigh of relief.

All of a sudden, Isaiah's eyes opened, and he jolted upright. Shrieking, I threw myself back, falling onto the floor. I heard laughing from above, and scowled as I sat up, rubbing my shoulder. It had hit the ground when I fell. Isaiah was laughing so hard I thought his brain might've been broken.

"It's not funny," I said, feigning my anger so my face didn't erupt. I turned away, moving back to my book.

When he finally stopped laughing, he asked, "Why were you in my lap?"

Fighting back my blush, I said, "You had something on your face."

"Oh?" I could hear the smirk in his voice. "Did you get it?"

My face started to warm up, so I quickly retorted, "You can't remove ugliness."

That made him laugh again. "I'm sure." He got up, and walked over to the door of the room. "I'll be back after I wash my face," he joked, shaking his head as he walked out.

As soon as he was gone, I face planted into the carpet. It muffled my screams of embarrassment. My face was so hot, I was sure it was crimson red at that point. SO. EMBARRASSING.

I rolled on the carpet, trying to ease my shame. Eventually I hit the couch, so I had to stop. I sat up and lazily crawled onto it. I laid down and curled into a small ball, accumulating my warmth. The pillows wero too far, so I didn't bother reaching for one. The cushions under me were enough anyways. I closed my eyes, just laying there, trying to figure out why I did what I did.

The space next to my head pressed down, so I knew someone was sitting next to me. And I knew exactly who it was.

"Tired?" Isaiah asked.

"I slept for a week. What do you think?" I asked back.

He chuckled. "You have a point." And then there were hands under my arms dragging me onto his lap.

"Um, excuse me. What are you doing?" I stared up at him, annoyed.

"Oh, what's wrong? You had no problem being on my lap earlier," he teased, making my face erupt once again. To hide my blush, I hid my face in his chest.

I muttered, "Whatever." His chest was emanating a warmth, a warth that was making my sleepy all over again. I involuntarily let out a yawn.

"So you are tired," he said smugly.

"Shut up," I said, my voice muffled my his chest.

"Lucifer?"

"What?"

He muttered something I couldn't hear, so I lifted my head, resting my chin on his chest while looking into his eyes.

A cheeky smirk graced his lips. "Love you."

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