Conflict of Desires

/Eliana's POV/

"Were you awake this whole time?" I almost whispered.

"Yeah, I wanted to see if you would wake me up," he locked a hair behind my ear. I was on top of him, "And you didn't," I quickly got off of him.

"I think you should leave," my eyes looked everywhere just to avoid his stare.

"I won't," making himself comfortable, he tugged the blanket over him. "Your couch is comfortable,"

"You have a bed in your house," I raised a brow.

"It's taken," he closed his eyes. "I'd appreciate it if you cuddle me,"

"Aren't you being a little too comfortable in a criminal's house?"

"I'm not dead yet," his lips curved upwards, "By the way, it's already two, aren't you going to sleep?" he frowned, opening his eyes.

"I have a person who wants to destroy me inside my house and you are expecting me to sleep?"

"Okay, then," he sat properly, "Let's talk,"