Very slowly I opened my eyes, trying to get adjusted to the bright light was determined to make me close my eyes again. Stretching my arms over my head and letting out a small yawn, I lifted my head up and noticed I was still in the living room.
'Oowww my neck. Ah frick, my neeeeck! Ow,ow,ow,ow,ow,ow!'
Resting my head back down, I noticed that my couch felt a lot harder than before; stiff as a board.
'Well, it's not much of a surprise; I do spend a lot of time sittin my ass on this-ohmygod!'
I looked up to my right and realized that I was lying in the arms of Wade. His head was completely facing upwards to the ceiling. His left hand was rested on my stomach and his right hand was rested beside my head. Not trying to look completely scared about doing this, I awkwardly tried to get up without placing my hands anywhere. Just when I started to hear him snort and start to twitch, I instantly froze. Finally, I was able to get off him and took a quick look around. Everything was normal; cloudy but still bright, birds chirping and trees blowing in the wind. Everything was still and quiet. I noticed that his mask wasn't completely covering his face. Then I saw it.
"Oh my goodness..."
From under his nose to down I could see he had severe burn marks and I could already guess his entire face must look disfigured.
"Wade, what the hell happened to you?" I whispered. Mentally arguing with myself to just leave, I slowly placed myself on his lap again. I decided to take a closer look. I wasn't going to take off his mask completely, I just want to see it up close. Without thinking, I slowly touched his bare skin, gently caressing his rough face and lightly touching his bottom lip with my thumb. A blush starts to spread across my cheeks in embarrassment.
I feel like a pervert.
'Okay, Mr. pervy wervy, stop thinking of him that way!'
"...Theresa..." he moaned in his sleep.
'Huh? Who's Theresa?'
"Mmm….fuck, Terry..yes…just a little more"
'OOOOKAY AND IM GUNNA GO MAKE SOME BREAKFEST NOW. YUP, I DIDN'T HEAR ANYTHING!'
Trying to calm down, I put on my glasses and quickly but quietly get off him. I speed walked out of the room and head towards the kitchen.
'I should probably make some for him too. But I wonder what he likes? Just base it off what Ethan likes: pancakes and bacon. He's a pretty big guy, so better make a lot. Maybeee I should put out some waffles, coffee, toast, eggs (ugh, bleh, I hate eggs), and maybe, like, hashbrowns or something….? I wonder if I have time to make some cookies or muffins….
"I should probably take a cold shower too" I muttered to myself.