Won't You Lay Me Down Novels & Stories

Jade moved away from Quin’s chest and took her hand, pulling her toward the bunkbed. Quin stumbled after her, her mind was in a haze, filled with lust and confusion. She was confused and at the same time understood that she wanted this. She climbed onto the mattress, the springs making noise under their weight. "Lie down," Jade commanded, pushing Quin onto her back. Quin obeyed.

Turning back to the river feeling peaceful and sleepy shifting a little wanting to lay on the floor “What are you doing” Rolling my eyes “can't you see ,i wanna sleep obviously” He frowned “no don't sleep on the floor “ Glaring at him “i am feeling sleepy so where am i supposed to sleep and didn't i tell you to shut up” Taking off his suit leaving out only his white inner shirt, what's he doing,he lays it on the floor, signaling for to lay,oh I opened my mouth wanting to protest but ended laying anyway “thank you” He nods lifting my head and placing it on his laps

I said. "And painful. It's official- Janelle is the one out of three of us that will have the worst day." Sofia said. "When you say it like that, it sounds like a sort of curse." Layla laughed. "What are you going to be doing with the rest of your day?" I asked Layla. "I'll be in my most comfortable set of pajamas, binge watching Mean Girls while consuming the biggest tub of strawberry ice cream New York city has to offer." Layla replied, a wide smile on her face.

I'll jump in your bed You wouldn't. Wanna bet? I locked my door. You wouldn't. Wanna bet? Hm, you just want me to get up and check cos secretly you want me in your bed. Can you at least turn your music down pls... You always have it loud. So many things you don't know about me, like everybody else you assume I'm certain way, my music taste is the least of your worries. I'm very different from what I think your imagine of me is. Besides, who doesn't like Moonlight Sonata, it's calming.

> Layla: Are you awake? Layla: I need you. Please come over. Layla: Don’t ask questions—just… come sit with me for a bit. I'd make something for us. I read it twice. Then a third time. And whispered “Finally” at least this would be a distraction for me too. There’s something in the way Layla dropped the text—soft, unguarded, not dramatic—that pulls at me. Layla doesn’t beg. She nudges, jokes, distracts. “Please come over is her version of honesty”.

I don’t want anything getting in the way or between us tonight. I shift the pillows around in a position that I like, throwing the extra ones to the floor and step up, putting a knee on the edge of the mattress to slowly lower us down. At first I was going to lay her down and just look at her, but as soon as I lay on top on of her I don’t want to lose the feeling of her against me. “Help me with my shirt?”

How can I say no to that? Walker led me into the living room, then he lay down on his oversized couch. He lay on his side and scooted back, then opened his arms, and I wanted to jump right into them, but I was nervous. I've never laid with him like this. It’s so… intimate.

I pleaded. "You'll rest here, from now on. Don't even try to play dumb with me, Layla." "What?!"

Even his voice sounds tired, what would stop him from lying down with me? -"I want you to sleep with me" I ask, expressing all the need in my voice. -"I'm going to sleep with you" he assures. How self-centered would I seem if I said I wanted him now, and not later? I'm lying face down on the bed, with one hand under the pillow and the other on top. My position is imaginary, as if the pillow were Ethan himself, I hug him. -"Don't take long, I want you to lie down with me."

He said and lay down on the leather sofa, Gaga was obviously very drunk I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes I will drive again _______________ Aykafaye❤️❤️ ******* Vote Follow Comment