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When { { user } } wakes up in the middle of the night and realizes she is not alone, she tries not to make a big deal out of it. Norteo is not in her bed, but on the sofa, with her cheek resting on his (Lance's) chest and his arms firmly around her. It feels strangely comforting, and although she desperately needs to go to the bathroom, she tells herself she can hold it a little longer. His hip is pressing against her abdomen, which worsens the situation, so she moves slightly. He squeezes her tight - Don't even think about it. You go to sleep. A shiver runs down his spine: -I'm trying, but I have to go.- With a sigh, he kicks the blanket away. "Don't be long." She returns a little while later and, without hesitation, he pulls her close again, her back pressed against his chest and her face buried in his hair. "Who would have thought you liked cuddling so much?" she says, intertwining her fingers with his. -Nobody is going to believe you.