𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙖
(𝑛.) 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒
Little warning, I wrote this when I was like 13 so it's incredibly cringe and definitely not my best work. I would've unpublished it if it wasn't for the views 💀😂
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• Truth Or Dare • Word Count ~ 1287
I awoke to the feeling of someone playing with my hair. My eyes fluttered open and I found that my head had been resting on Pans chest.
One of his arms was around my waist, holding me close, while the other he was using to swirl a strand of my hair around his finger. Our bodies were pressed up against each other's and our legs were tangled under the covers.
"Hey" I smiled up at him, my morning voice sounding more delicate and soft.
Pan instantly made eye contact with me.
"Hey" he replied.
I looked down only to realise that he wasn't wearing a shirt. I blushed.
"Don't you ever wear a shirt to bed?" Pan followed where my eyes were, and smirked.
"Like what you see?" He winked.
"Shut up" I mumbled, nuzzling my head into his chest. He chuckled.
"We need to get up love" I groaned in protest.
"This is why I wanted to get back to camp earlier last night. I knew you'd be tired."
"I'm not tired, just comfortable" I protested.
"Yeah sure"
"Common love, time to get up"
"What's on today's agenda them?" I asked him.
"Well we're having a bonfire in the evening"
"Okay then, I'll be asleep until then"
"Maze!"
"Okay! okay! I'm up!"
***
The morning had basically just consisted of training, training and even more training.
It was now the afternoon and everyone was setting up the bonfire.
I decided that I wanted to change for the bonfire, considering that I'd been training all day with this outfit on.
I walked over to be cabin and opened the door, walking straight to my closet. Pan had made sure to put multiple different choices in there.
