Andrew:
My head is killing me. I shouldn't have had so much to drink last night. As my senses rush back to me, I feel so warm. I can hear slow, steady, breathing from in front of me. My eyes flutter open and I'm face to face with August. We're so close. He's so damn handsome. His body is about an inch away from me. His face is so relaxed when he's sleeping, but I prefer when he smiles.
His hair is framing his face perfectly. He fell asleep in belted jeans and a white button-up that's mostly undone, I can see his nipple piercings. He's smokin' hot. It smells like pancakes, that isn't not coming from him, Is Ashley cooking?
August's bed is pushed against the wall, and there is a small dresser at the foot of his bed. I can't get out without climbing over him. Should I just wait for him to wake up on his own? Should I climb over him? Should I wake him up?
I should wake him up, hopefully, he goes back to sleep. "Hey... August... I need to get past you." I gently nudge his arm. His bright blue eyes slowly open. "Hmm?" he groans. He's clearly exhausted. "I need to get past you." I repeat. He slowly nods. He rolls onto his back and sits up, making space for me to pass near the foot of the bed. "Thank you..." I smile. He rubs his eyes "y-yeah." "I still like you, by the way." He chokes on his yawn. "W-what?" He's wide awake now. He looks like he's trying to tell if this is a dream or not.
I stand and turn to him. "I don't regret what I said. I doubt I would have said it otherwise." I blush. "Y-you remember?" His face turned as red as a tomato.
I move really close. "I wasn't THAT drunk." I laugh. "Get some more sleep. You need it" I smirk. I don't know what came over me, I'm not usually so bold. He's just sitting there stunned.
YOU ARE READING
Learning to Cope
RomanceA promising nursing student volunteers for the "golden angels program" at his local hospital where he meets a man struggling with his mental health and the cards life has dealt him. How will he recover? (This story is the product of disassociating)
