Steeling My Heart - DreamNotFound

Chapter 8

"Stay?" Too much of a plea slips into my tone. "I mean you slept in here half of the night last night and you said the couch was uncomfortable."  He exhales a breathy chuckle and starts to grab my wrist that's holding onto him and pull it off. Panic starts to settle in until he speaks up again.

"Let me change and then I'll sleep in here with you. You know, because the couch is really uncomfortable." I feel my cheeks begin to go pink and I let go. He pulls off his hoodie before moving and tosses it on the bed. "You can sleep in this." A smirk makes its way onto his pink lips before he turns around to get joggers out of his drawer, then walks out of the room.

I quickly jerk off my jeans under the privacy of the blanket and my shirt. I throw the hoodie over my head and am enveloped in the strong scent of Dream's cologne. I melt into his hoodie. It smells so good, like Dream and it's so soft and warm. I throw my clothes off the bed as Dream walks back in.

I move my eyes from my clothes on the floor to face the door where he's standing and my eyes instanty widen. He's shirtless. His joggers hang low on his hips accentuating his v-line. I knew Dream worked out, but I didn't know he was this toned. His abs were clearly defined and hi-

"What are you staring at?" He smirks as he makes his way to the bed. Normally when he something like this I would have looked away by now, but fuck it. He's hot. Why would I rob my eyes of such a perfect sight when I could just give in. To save yourself the embarrassment and teasing. I answer myself.

I pull my eyes away when I feel his weight shift the bed. "Shut up." We both laugh. Him from satisfaction and I from embarrassment. I scoot over to give him more room. Dream pulls the covers back and slides under them, facing me.            
He's close. Too close. His hair is messy and looks ruffled. His freckles look like constellations over the bridge of his nose leading over his cheeks and trailing up, almost reaching his forehead. His face is inches from mine. When he exhales, I feel his breath against my mouth. He wears a neutral expression. He looks content, happy, satisfied. I watch his eyes analize every part of my face as I am doing to him.

We sit in a comfortable silence for minutes until he speaks up. "I thought you would be asleep by now."

"I wasn't actually in the car." I say matter of factly.

"Are you just lazy or did you want to see if I'd carry you?" He pauses while I weigh the options he presents, but before I respond he continues. "Or did you want me to carry you?" I suck in a sharp breath as he moves closer, beginning to close the already small space between us. "Hold you? Is that what you wanted?"

My face is burning. I have never wanted to kiss him as much as I do now. We flirt all the time, but this is different. Too intense. He's staring me down in the most possessive way and it's almost too much. I turn my head to break eye contact, but he reaches up to grab my chin, pulling it back to its previous position with force. Not enough to hurt, but it was firm.

"Answer the question." But he wasn't asking me, he was telling me. I've never really seen him like this. It was hot to say the least, but this is uncharted territory. I couldn't speak, so I just nodded slowly.

His grin grew and his eyes were dark. His face got even closer and he broke eye contact for a second, looking at my lips. My heart was racing. We have never been this close to kissing. Infact, we've never been this close at all. His left hand still holds onto my jaw but not as firmly as before. His hand moves up so that it is resting on my cheek lightly. He doesn't look as confident now. As if this moment could make or break him.

"Is this okay?" His voice is weaker than before. I haven't said much and I don't want him to make him think he's making me uncomfortable. The only thing he's making uncomfortable is my boxers.

"Yes." I say and nod quickly. His lips part same as mine, but he's taking too long. "Stop being a tease."

I see a smile creep onto his face as he takes the hint and leans forward, crashing his lips into mine with some force. My eyes close and I feel my heart race faster and stop at the same time. Feeling his lips on mine is something that has slyly crept into my thoughts for years before I push the intruder away and brush it off. But this time it isn't merely a thought, it is reality.

His bare chest is pressed against mine and I can feel the quick paced heartbeat inside of his chest too. His mouth tastes of mint and something I can only describe as Dream. It mirrors his smell. Not his cologne, but the other scent that is unmatched and cannot be replicated.

Our lips move with fluidity for a few seconds before he pulls away. My lips chase after his for a split second until arealization strikes and I open my eyes. Our heavy breathing is the only noise in the house. It interrupts the previous comfortable silence replacing it with sounds of satisfying shock and hope of reciprocated feelings.

What does this mean? A wave of reassurance washes over me when I see bright green eyes staring back at me with what looks like relief. He must have been nervous too. I wonder how long he's felt this way.