Tegan |ongoing|

Chapter Five

Not to sound like a douchebag, because Tegan is in pain, but this is the best day of my whole life.

We both decided that since our parents weren't getting home for a while, we could watch a movie in Tegan's room before moving to the study. So that's how I ended up propped against Tegan's headboard while she lays all cuddled up to my side with her head on her chest watching a movie.

I decided she should probably eat something, although she said she was fine and not super hungry, but lunch was over six hours ago and I haven't seen here eat anything since then. But I'm not sure where she went from lunch, she could've gotten a big meal.

I decide I'm feeling brave, so I carefully begin to stroke her scalp. I thought for sure she was going to ask me again why I cared so much, which would have been a punch right to the heart. The first time she asked with such confusion it was insane, I felt like a total dick because it seemed that me actually caring about her in any way was unheard of. So I'm making it my mission to show her that I really do care about her. A lot.

Although, once I start to work my hand into her hair, she lets out a happy little moan that zips straight down in my cock and curled closer into me. Holy shit. This is the closest I've gotten to Tegan in a long time, but I've had this fantasy for a while.

I mean sure, I've fucked people. And sure, I'm definitely a selfish asshole because half the time I was picturing the girl to be Tegan. And I've definitely had sexual fantasies about Tegan and myself, but I've also had fantasies like this.

Fantasies where she and I were just doing a cute couples activity and hanging out together. Or where she would trust me enough to confide in and tell me every beautiful thought that entered her mind. And I really hope we're getting there, because to me, this looks like progress. I get Rome wasn't built in a day or some shit, but this festering crush on her has been around a lot longer than a day.

I've never been more thankful for anything than a goddamn flea.

About twenty minutes later—toward the middle of the movie—Tegan carefully grazed her leg up mine and rested her leg across my thighs. Fuck. It's hard to stay still, because every single thing this goddess does is a turn on to me. But I would never do anything with Tegan until she was 110% comfortable with me.

Since I've been staring at Tegan's prefect face for the better part of this movie, I notice when her face contorts into pain again.

So I carefully move Tegan back over onto the bed so I—"Oh, I'm sorry. That was stupid," Tegan says quickly, her eyes darting literally everywhere but me.

I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, "what the hell are you sorry for?"

"Well I just got too touchy and close to you and I'm sorry," she elaborates, and I can tell she's really embarrassed.

"Okay, Short Stack, I liked having you close to me. I just have to run to the kitchen quickly, okay?"

I watch her face closely, so I see the little smile that breaks out on her face. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry I made a big deal about it."

As I stand to leave, I mumble under my breath, "you never have to be sorry to me."

Once in the kitchen, I decide to make her a bowl of pasta (I remember she used to love it as a kid), while I get her heating pad all ready.

Once the pasta is done and the heating pad ready to be plugged in, I bring everything back up to her room. She's in pretty much the same position she was when I left her. So of course, I have to stand in her doorway, admiring her like a creep.

She looks over at me and gives me a real mega-watt smile that reaches her eyes. I'd like to think I had something to do with her good mood.

And it still baffles me how she can smile like that while she's going through excruciating pain. I couldn't imagine getting kicked in the balls for a week every month and expected to put on a brave face and actually do shit. No fucking way. I also can't imagine how I've never noticed this before. She's a damn good actress for putting on such a brace face all the time.