Absolutely, 100%, completely, not allowed. (Dream x Reader)

Chapter 23 - Yes, ma'am.

*Alrighty we have a very long chapter, which totally could have been cut into two, but I didn't. Anyways, enjoy going through at least a few emotions in this chapter!*

George and Nick immediately walked out to the balcony and sat down on the cute green chairs to watch the sunset, which was just starting. You could see the orange clashing against the blue sky and blue water through the window, the bright sun disappearing slowly behind the waves.

You glanced at Clay, but quickly pulled your eyes away when you noticed that he was staring at you.

"Need something?" He asked.

Shit, he saw.

"Nope. All good here." You shook your head, eyes averted at the sunset.

He smiled, but kept his gaze on you. "Did you enjoy dinner?"

"I did. And you?"

"It was good. Really good."

He was getting closer to you by the word, and you felt the thick tension rise to the surface again. The same one that'd been following you around whenever Clay got near. You thought it was gone. Why was it still affecting you?

Eager to change the subject, you laughed nervously and turned toward your room. "So, you're going to teach me how to PvP then?"

He took that as an invitation to follow you into the hallway, away from the sight of the boys outside. You stopped and turned around, pressing your back into the cold white door. not looking to invite him in your room accidentally. You took in a sharp breath when you realized how close he already was to you. Inches.

"I can, if you want me to," He dipped his head in a nod. It sounded like he was alluding to something else, but you dropped it before the thought blossomed further in your mind.

"I'd like that," You said softly. You leaned back, but you were already pressed completely against the door.

"When am I getting this back, by the way?" He asked, fingers grasping lightly on the hem of the sweatshirt you wore.

You panicked slightly as he began lifting it up. You pushed his hands down, stopping him from literally stripping you in the hallway, shaking your head, face reddening.

"Not right now, preferably," You laughed anxiously.

He grinned, pulling it up once more. "Why not?"

He didn't get far, as you grabbed onto his wrists, preventing his movement.

"Because I'm not wearing a shirt," You said through your teeth, raising your eyebrows at him.

"Even better,"

You laughed at him in disbelief, but it came out as a nervous chuckle. The audacity he had, honestly. "Clay,"

"Y/N," He mocked back, smirking.

"Knock it off."

"Say 'please'."

You rolled your eyes for the eighth time that day (A/N: what the fuck) and pushed his hands away from you. "No."

He snuck a hand past the loose hoodie and grabbed the bare skin at your waist, making your breath catch in your throat suddenly. His cool fingers pressed into your hip. "C'mon-"

You interrupted him. "No, you 'c'mon,' Clay. Knock it off."

"I'm not doing anything," He said.

"You're goading me."

"I'm not doing a damn thing."

"You're touching me."