Reading Between The Lines | Basil Hawkins x Reader

12 - Quite the Confession

It felt like the heat in the room had increased tenfold.

After having quietly left the living room, you and Hawkins made your way to his room. Although, he seemed much calmer about this than you. Especially when it started to dawn on you that you didn't have any kind of spare clothes, nothing to sleep in. While you were wearing jeans and a simple hoodie, you didn't think you would sleep a wink if that was what you slept in.

Hawkins' room was pretty normal.

A good sized double bed was set up in the middle while there were a set of drawers to one side. There was a single frame on the surface, holding that looked to be a tarot card. When your eyes had adjusted in the low light, the card seemed to shine in a golden colour. There was no doubt in your mind it was some kind of collector's item or some such thing.

"... are you sure it's okay for me to sleep here?"

You were still uncertain. Though, it wasn't like he would do anything...

Not like you would complain should anything happen.

The man sat at the edge of his bed and pulled off his shoes, which he had been wearing ever since he got back. You couldn't help but avert your eyes when his gaze met yours, rubbing your other arm with your hand as a way to make yourself feel smaller.

"Of course."

"I don't have any clothes with me."

The heat was rising once more in your cheeks. He was a patient man and you didn't want to annoy him further, debating whether to just put up with your day clothes. After all, you were already too nervous about sharing a bed with the blonde.

"Here."

He stood up from where he sat and moved past you. You didn't turn but you could hear the sound of a drawer opening, followed by the light rustle of clothes as Hawkins dug through his dresser. When he had finished and you turned, he handed you a t-shirt.

"T-thanks..."

Who knew that even in your tipsy state you could be so shy, especially after feeling so bold minutes before.

He left you for the time being, taking with him a pair of black joggers with him as he went to change elsewhere. You couldn't help but worry ever so slightly, feeling a little embarrassed at having to wear his clothes.

You wouldn't lie, the shirt was beyond comfortable. It was a light grey and a very soft material, hitting around mid-thigh. In fact, that was the only thing worring you. If you were to even slip it up a little, it came scandalously close revealing your panties. They were the only thing you wore under the shirt along with your bra, making you feel extremely self-aware to the point you felt like you were sobering up through all the anxiety.

"Can I come in?"

His voice was muffled from the other side of the door.

"Sure."

You were sitting on the edge of his bed, twiddling your thumbs around and around over one another to distract from how nervous you were. The erratic thump of your heart in your ears wasn't helping that feeling, either.

Hawkins stepped through into the room once more and boy when you said you couldn't stop looking at him, you meant it.

Before, you had in fact seen the cross tattoo at the base of his throat. Although, you never wanted to stare so long before incase it came off as rude. But now that you could see his muscular yet lean figure and every inch of the snow white skin of his upper body, your eyes wouldn't move.