Radiant || girlXgirl

Perfume

Chapter 3
I slip on a baggy sweater and some comfy shorts. I open my bathroom door. Ari already changed in my bedroom. She is wearing a tight tank top. Which shows off her curvy waist. I can't help but stare for a second.

This is my best friend! I can't think of her like that.

"Audrey?"

I snap my eyes to meet hers, "yeah sorry, just zoned out for a second."

I climb into bed, covering myself over in my fluffy sheets. I feel her join to the right of me and I turn to face her. Her back was towards me.

"Do you wanna cuddle," I ask as I slip my hand over her waist. I hear her giggle.
"Of course I wanna cuddle," she backs further into me. Our bodies now pressed tightly together. We always cuddle when she comes over. I don't mind it. To be honest, I want it. I've never felt so connected with someone like I do with her. We've been friends for about 5 years now. She knows everything about me.

I watch as her breath slowly evens out, holding her close. My head lay on top of her shoulder, again, I smell her perfume. The scent was strong enough to fill my nose but subtle. It's as if it has power over me. As if it is a fire, spreading rapidly throughout my body. Sending sensations down every part of my body. It's a nice scent. I smell more than just perfume. It's just her. The smell of fake roses starts to fade.

I slowly start to slip into unconsciousness, fading in and out until I'm finally asleep.

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Ari's POV

I wake up with Audrey's arm still wrapped across my waist. I can't help but smile softly. She always wakes up later in the day. Especially on the weekends. I turn my head to see her face peacefully resting. She's so beautiful. Her soft, precious cheeks scrunched up into the side of the pillow. I love gazing at each different freckle on her cheeks. I want to wrap her up in my arms but she always refuses to let me hold her. She never wants to be small spoon.

I find myself thinking about last night. She was odd. More odd than normal but hey. That's Audrey for you. I liked holding her stomach, pulling her close. I could feel her little chub rolls. I hate the way she thinks about her body. Her thighs. God, she's so sexy. WHAT! No. Ari. Stop yourself. I flusture myself by my own thoughts.

She probably doesn't think anything like that about me. I'm such a creep. How could she like me? I'm pretty sure she likes guys anyways.

It makes me jealous thinking of her with anyone else. I want to be the only one. I know I'm not but... I wanna be.

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