𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙚 || dream x oc

19

-- 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗼𝘃 --

We stayed there, just like that for a few minutes. All I could think about was how he'd been acting differently in the last few days than he ever had, except maybe for the summer before I left for college. He was being so cryptic right now, and my anxiety levels were through the fucking roof. I almost wondered if he knew that I was in love with him, and he was trying to figure out a way to tell me it was never going to happen. I eventually opened my eyes and saw him staring back at me. I wondered how long he'd been just staring at me like that and the way he was looking at me made me blush.

"I'm sorry if you hate me for this, but I have to do it," Clay said, sitting up and pulling me with him. "I can't wait any longer, and this is probably the best chance I'll ever have."

"I have no fucking clue what you're trying to get at right now," I said. I really was a little confused right now, and I wasn't sure if the 'it' he was talking about right now was the same 'it' he was talking about five minutes ago. "What are you doing?"

"Something I should've done a really fucking long time ago, but I was too stupid and too scared. I'm still scared, but I'm a little less stupid," he said, leaning in closer. "Again, I'm really sorry if you hate me for this, but I have to take the chance now while I have the balls."

Before I even really realized what was happening, his lips were on mine. The contact was brief, and he pulled away quickly. I got a little scared that he didn't like it or he already regretted it, and it was truly soul-crushing. "I've been waiting to kiss you for God only knows how long," he said, his eyes locked on mine.

"I would bet that I've been waiting for you to kiss me for even longer," I laughed a little. I felt dumb for almost launching into a panic. He hesitated for a second before kissing me again. He held my face in his hands so gently and kissed me so softly that it kind of surprised me. I'd seen the dude make out before, and he was usually a bit hastier than this.

He pushed his tongue in my mouth, but he was still kissing me like he thought he was going to break me or that I was going to freak out. That sense of extreme caution faded as the kiss went on, and he got a little bit more dominant -- both in terms of the kiss in general, and his overall body language. His hands started to wander, but I could tell he still wasn't exactly sure how far to take this. One gripped my hip and the other settled on my ribcage. He tugged me onto his lap so I was straddling him, not once breaking our kiss. I could feel that my dress was riding up a little, but I didn't even care. His hand on my ribcage was tense, almost like he wasn't sure if he should be touching me there.

"It's okay, Clay," I pulled away, trying to stifle my laugh. "You can do it, I don't mind. If anything, I want you to." I grabbed the hand that rested on my ribs and moved them up to my breasts.

"How'd you know that's exactly what I was thinking?" He laughed a little, and I couldn't help but grab his face in my hands as he had done to me. He had the softest skin I'd ever felt and it took everything in me not to kiss his face. I knew that was a little bit too lovey-dovey and it'd give away my feelings faster than me straight up telling him.

"I know you better than anything," I looked back down to his lips and he took a second to look down at his hands holding onto me for dear life. "I know you better than I know myself, I think."

"Honestly, Midge, never in a million, billion years would I have thought you'd be down for this. I've literally dreamed about it so many times, but it always ended up with you rejecting me, so I'm very ill-prepared for this," he made eye contact with me for a brief moment before returning his eyes back to his hands. "Sorry in advance if I get hard, I don't want to make this weird -- even though it already is."