Pov: Eliza (panic/anxiety attack: TW ahead)
His hands move to my waist, I was growing impatient as his lips left a trace of burning sensations as he kissed his way down my neck, onto my collar bone, and then cleavage.
His touch seemed to be leaving my skin feeling like it was on fire and shivering at the same time, a mix of all the feelings I've been craving to be satisfied. He was the craving I needed, the distraction, a certain love.
I started becoming breathless as if I was fighting for him. I felt the sudden urge to keep him close, to keep him to myself, "Fuck," he groans as his lips don't leave my skin.
I throw my head back in pleasure as I feel his fingers tracing the hem of my shorts, riding higher and higher until his lips were on mine again.
My moans were stifled by his gentle yet rather passionate kisses, his brows began to furrow as he pulled away from me, leaving my warm embrace as I felt a chill run through me.
"Carter? What happened?" I frown, trying to grab a hold of his hand, but he just looked at me. His hands barely touched mine as he walked away... no wait, it can't be.
It takes me a few moments to catch up with the images flashing before my eyes as I jerk awake. The first thing I look around for is Carter, it was a fucking dream. I slap my forehead and bury my face into the pillow, letting out a frustrated groan.
My head pounded as I checked the time: 4:02 am and another attempt to go back to sleep.
A "dream" is something you visualize happening, a situation you want to be in.
Feelings that you want the other person to feel and in that dream all of your hopes are fulfilled at that moment.
Some dreams come true, others don't; they're like this [fake] reality.
Was Carter just another dream of mine? or is this reality?
The next morning I wake up to the smell of burning waffles and the heat of the sun shining directly on my face, through the blinds.
"Eliza! Eliza, where the fuck is the fire extinguisher?" Elliot's screams boom across the room the minute I wake up, I cannot handle loud or any noises the minute I wake up.
"Bottom cabinet left, now fuck off." I scowl at him and bury my head back into the pillow, and that's when my alarm goes off, great fucking timing, E.
10:30 am, it read as I turned it off and pushed the covers off me. I look at the edge of my bed, the place where my dream took place last night, I roll my eyes and make my way to the bathroom.
I finish brushing, and I return to my bedside table and lift my bottle to take a gulp of water when I hear something.
The faint noises of guitar strumming drift through my ears, perking my interest. I hear constant chords being strung to a familiar song on an electric guitar as I make my way toward the sound.
My trail leads directly up to Carter's front door, which was steps away from mine. I silently lean on the door trying to listen when I catch a glimpse of Elliot running toward me with a mess of an apron on.
"What are you doing?" he raises his eyebrow at me as I pull away from the door, "The real question here, is what are you wearing?" I question him back. He yells touche and proceeds to grab the fire extinguisher.
I lightly knock on his door and then highly regret it afterward but before I could avert my actions, I sense the doorknob turning.
I'm instantly met with a sleepy-faced Carter, who was (lord save my soul), shirtless and wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants.
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