Forged [1]

Shit

⚪Seth's P.O.V.⚪

I awoke the next morning to the sound of my alarm going off.

Damn. Forgot to turn it off.

I reached over and turned it off, stifling a yawn. I laid back down, draping my arm over the edge of the bed and closing my eyes.

"Uh, could you move your hand?" I heard Riley say. I opened my eyes again, looking down at him. My hand was on his face.

Shit.

"Uh, sorry," I stuttered, lifting my hand from his face and putting it back on the bed next to me. I felt my face turn red. "I didn't mean to."

I honestly didn't even feel it. His skin is so soft.

"It's fine," he yawned, turning away. I saw a little bit of a smile before he did.

"We can sleep longer," I said, looking at the clock.

"Alright," he yawned.