In love with my kidnapper, WTF is wrong with me? (12)

I guess somehwere along the line, I fell asleep.

Meh. I was half awake, and when you’re half awake you do only what your body wants you to do, right now I was seriously uncomfortable.

I moved my head on something soft but hard at the same time, not as fluffy as a normal pillow but it was nice. Plus, it smelled incredible, and a bit familiar. I moved my hand and randomly stretched it out across whatever I was halfway laying on, it was so warm. I did the same with one of my legs.

Awh, so comfortable. I was ready to go back to my dream when I heard something odd. Quiet at first but growing louder. Then another voice joined it, and then another and it sounded like laughing, "SHUT UP!" I yelled still tired.
Then something odd happened the thing below me moved, well actually, it was already moving (slightly up and down) but I hadn’t payed it much mind till now. It stirred a bit but then stopped. Suddenly I heard Seth say something, and then I opened my eyes. I saw a bunch of different things, but the only three I can make sure of right now are:

1: Dexter’s annoyingly smug face.

2: Sam. But with a grin that threatened to over-ride his ears.


3: Some sort of seriously hot dude that I didn’t know.


I heard Seth’s confused voice. He mumbled something that sounded like my name.

"Seth?" I asked.

"Yeah?" His voice sounded really close to me but I didn’t get it. The dude, Sam and Dexter were now rolling around the floor in hysterics. Finally it hit me like a brick to the face. I looked down to see my left leg and arm slung over Seth, and my head on his chest.

"IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" I yelled. But Dexter and Sam and the dude ignored me and kept on rolling on the floor, Seth Finally saw what was going on. I felt his blood rush beneath me, and his body temperature rise. I got off him.

I looked at his pale face that was now beet red. Luckily I was drained completely of blood because when I blush it has the opposite effect on me and I turn even more colorless. I tried moving off him but only pulled him on me in result because of the retarded handcuffs that were linking us. He was heavy, but that didn't bother me, what DID bother me is how I liked it. . . And I shouldn't. . .But I do . . . Bad Bullet!

Rid yourself of impure thoughts!

But Seth moving on top of me in a way that could only be described as suggestive, wasn't helping matters. Even though he was just trying to get off. I tried not to let it feel good, soon after we finally got untangled I carefully moved away from him. Still white as a sheet.