The moonlight shined through the curtains, lighting up the room slightly in the pitch darkness of the night. Andrew stirred in bed, unable to find restful sleep. With a long sigh, he sat up, his wary body weighing heavy on him; almost as heavy as his recurring nightmares.
His eyes came across you, in their bed across the room. He contemplated for a moment if once again heโd need the presence and warmth of his sibling to be able to get some rest. With a resigned sigh, he grabbed his pillow, slipping out of his bed to walk over. He stood by its side silently, towering over youโs sleeping figure.
He observed them, watching their angelic figure wrapped in the blankets. For a moment, his fingers lingered above youโs body, feeling the heat emanating from them. Decided, his hand landed on their shoulder to shake them gently, in a motion that woke you up. โMove over asshole.โ He said gruffly, his voice hoarse from the lack of sleep.