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

Chapter 27 - A small expense to get the right rock,

You felt your heart thump in your chest, just taking in what he said. You looked down at the ring on your hand, and then back up at him. "Thank you, Clay," You whispered softly.

He had a smile on his face, but gears were turning behind his eyes. "You're welcome."

"It wasn't expensive, right?" You asked, sitting up on the blanket, next to him.

He shrugged and laughed. "This trip was already expensive as it was, what's another $300?" Why did his love language have to be gift-giving? That, and physical touch. Well, the latter you didn't mind as much.

Your eyes opened wide in surprise. "$300? What the fuck?"

"A small expense to get the right rock," He joked, though he didn't seem sarcastic at all.

It was the most expensive gift you'd ever been given...you didn't know exactly how to respond.

Clay continued, leaning forward, just inches away from you, "You gave me a piece of obsidian, saying it was picked out just for me. You said it was meant to 'clear confusion,' but Y/N, I've never been confused about you. And believe me, I've been confused about everything in my life. Everything except you."

You thought back to the stone you gave him. The obsidian. It was perfect, and picked out just for him. You stared at the emerald on your finger, imagining him scouring the beaches, looking for just the right rock to give to you, only for him to give up and walk into the nearest jewelry shop.

"Y'know, my little beach rock is starting to look pretty lame compared to this," You said, holding up your hand.

He grabbed the hand you held out and pulled both of your arms around his neck. "I think it's perfect."

Your nose brushed his. "I think you're perfect," You smiled against him.

He tipped his chin up, and gently tipped yours up with his index finger to make your lips meet his. It was gentle. It was soft-well, not entirely soft. You pulled away just a moment later and carefully scooped out a piece of grainy sand that had somehow ended up in your mouth. You stared up at Clay in surprise, but laughed.

He laughed as well, and apologized.

"God, I hate sand-" He chuckled.

Quoting Anakin Skywalker, you continued in a mocking tone, "'It's coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere.'"

He grinned and pulled you back into him, continuing the snog.

"You're a nerd," He said as his lips disconnected from yours.

"Of course I am." You laughed.

You dropped your arms from around his neck, your back falling onto the blanket in the sand below. You didn't expect him to follow you down, but he did. He trapped you in between his elbows and pressed his lips against yours once more.

You giggled against him, pushing him away with absolutely no force.

You were glad that George and Nick chose to sleep in that morning, as you got your first official alone time with Clay. It was so nice to not have to worry about anything at all, especially not the eyes of your brother and the constant fear of being caught.

This went on for a while, pausing only when you both remembered that you were in fact in public, and perhaps being disrespectful to the beachgoers passing by.

He pulled bashfully off of you eventually, kissing your forehead before completely removing himself from you.

"What are we doing today?" You asked, dropping your head to one side.