JOJO'S POV:
I woke up and felt something beside me. I made the mistake of thinking it was my pillow from back home. I grabbed it tighter and snuggled my face into it.
But wait… Pillows aren't that hard. And they don't hug back. And they don't yawn!
My eyes opened wide. What had I done last night?
I looked up, trying my best not to move too much.
Daryl was laying beside me, one of his arms wrapped around my waist under me and the other over my shoulder, holding the back of my head. His eyes were still closed and his breathing indicated the deep state of unconciousness he was still under.
I really wanted to pull away (Okay, no I didn't) but I couldn't bring myself to. He was so warm in the cold rec room and he was really very comfortable for as muscled as he was. I put my head back against his chest and continued to listen to his steady heart beat. I started to drift off once more when his breathing became a little more uneven.
"Psst." He whispered. "You 'wake?"
"Yeah," I whispered back, staying perfectly still.
What did we do now? Get up and go to our own rooms and pretend like nothing happened?
"I'm not," he snorted.
"How can you not be awake? You're talking."
He closed his eyes and started fake snoring.
"Too tired. Need more sleep."
He sounded like he seriously meant it and I wouldn't have minded a little more sleep either, so I curled up against his large muscled chest once more and closed my eyes.
"What in the world?" I heard from the doorway to the rec room.
I shot up, staring into the eyes of Glenn.
"Glenn." I said, mortified. If he was thinking what I thought he was thinking- "No, nothing happened!" I said, standing from the couch.
Glenn was flushed and hung-over and looked a little mad. Daryl was supposedly the jackass of the group and I was Deeno (his new best friend's) sister, that probably pissed him off.
"Why you explainin' to him? Aint like its any o' his business." Daryl asked from the couch, still half-asleep.
I glance at him, wondering what his problem with Glenn was. I looked back at Glenn apologetically. For what I wasn't sure.
Glenn waved it off, turning away. "He's right. Its none of my business." And he walked away down the hall.
"Firs' time he's ever listened to me." Daryl muttered.
"Why are you such a jerk to him?" I asked, grabbing my shirt and getting ready to go back to my room.
Daryl just opened his eyes and gave me a calculating look. He never answered, so I scoffed and walked off down the hallway back towards my room, ignoring the way his blue eyes, gorgeous smirk, and perfectly chiseled chest and arms called me back to him.
A/N: Sorry about that, but this is another REALLY short chapter guys. But i will try to make up for it with a little more action, drama, and fluffy stuff with Jojo and everybody's favorite zombie-hunting redneck! :D
