Novel & Cerita Heartstopper Pillow Fort

I was not able to finish. "Handsome, sexy, hot, panti melting” I grabbed a pillow from the sunbed and chuckled it at him. He dodged it with ease, laughing. "Alright, fine, fine. I will stop." He said when I was about to throw another pillow at him again . I put the pillow back on the bed.

Zara said, breathily. I took the pillow -- a sad, floppy, lime green thing whose filling had fled long ago -- and dropped it on the ground. I fluffed the pillow as best I could, then lay down on top of it. I adjusted myself till I had my genitals in what seemed like the right place.

I can hear the waves crash in the distance and the chatter of some of the tourists who are still milling about by this time. I swing my legs off the couch and stand. “Fine.” He looks over at me, one brow raised. “Fine?” “I’ll sleep on the bed.” He blinks, surprised. “But we’re building a pillow wall. And nothing gets past it.” “Understood,” he says dryly. We spend the next few minutes grabbing all the pillows in the room and arranging them down the middle of the bed like we're building a fortress for protection. I crawl under the sheets on one side, and he gets in on the other.

The question hung in the air between us, weighted with implications that neither of us wanted to voice. "We can put a pillow in between us," I offered, moving one of the throw pillows at the head of the bed to my side. The pillow was smaller than the others, covered in the same navy fabric as his towels, and it felt substantial enough to create a proper barrier. My fingers brushed against the soft cotton as I positioned it carefully down the center of the bed.

“Then we build a fortress so strong, even a shadow monster can’t get through it.” “A pillow fort?” I asked, sniffling. He smiled. “The biggest one we could ever make.” --- We built it right there in the living room. Sofa cushions. Blankets. Every single pillow in the house. We even dragged out the quilt Grandma made—the one with the stars stitched into it. Mama hung fairy lights. Papa reinforced the walls with kitchen chairs. I brought Mr. Bumble and my extra flashlight. Johanis showed up with a bowl of marshmallows and his sword-shaped toothbrush for “nightmare defense.”

he asked, standing up to help. “Yes,” I nodded. “A special fort that won’t let bad dreams come in. How does that sound?” I paused, hoping he wouldn’t ask how a fort made out of sheets and blankets would keep bad dreams at bay, because quite frankly, I didn’t have an answer for that. Thankfully though, he didn’t question it. He smiled. “I like that,” he told me. Together, we pulled the cushions from the couch and put them on the floor. I fetched the sheets from his bed and we used those to drape over the furniture we’d moved around. Then we crawled inside the ‘fort’.