royal amnesia | dreamnotfound

13- little kisses

dream and i were sitting on his carpeted bedroom floor with a deck of cards in between us. we were playing war and currently dream was winning.

we flip another pair of cards and i watch with frustration as he steals my king with his ace. the next pair is a war of 7's.

"this is my time," i mutter, placing my cards face down. i look up at dream and he is smiling, about on the verge of laughter. i flip over a nine. he's got a jack.

i yell in protest. "this game is rigged."

dream laughs wildly at my outburst, rolling on the floor. i throw my last cards on the ground and pout. when he sees me pouting he goes into another round of stomach splitting, lung emptying, laughter.

"stop laughing," i groan, trying not to smile.

dream chokes out something like, "i can't... your- face."

finally a small smile breaks onto my face and dream pushes my shoulder. "see? it's funny."

i roll my eyes. "it's only funny cause your laugh is ridiculous."

he chuckles and wipes a tear from his eye, finally calming down.

"so, i won?"

i groan and he chuckles.

i stand up. "no you didn't win. i just forfeit. you only won by default which doesn't count."

"so you admit i win?" he looks up at me, eyes sparkling mischievously.

a quick image of that same face, but from the past flashes behind my eyes. his mischievous grin and emerald eyes looking at me before he gives me a warm kiss.

i blink hard, slightly caught off guard.

dream notices.

"you- you only won by default," i defend, regaining my composure, cheeks lightly tinted.

his mischievous face fades away and he stands up. "okay..." he grabs my shoulders. "want to... do something else."

his sudden tone change gives me whiplash. his hand slowly rubs my upper arms and shoulders, slightly distracting me.

"oh... umm, if you want to?" i glance at his hand on my arm and back to his face.

his hands slide away. "dinner?"

i smile. "i'm starving."

***

dinner goes by quickly, dream and i basically scarfing our food down like we hadn't eaten for weeks, despite having lunch only three hours ago. i chug an entire glass of water as dream gets up and servants clear our plates.

"what's next?" i ask dream as i also get on my feet, handing my empty glass to callahan. he winks at me.

"hmm..." dream looks up in thought. "we've already done a lot of the things i have planned. let's just head back to my room and think of something."

a sudden flash of memory strikes me. dream saying the same thing, let's just head back to my room, but when we get to his room it's the same images from last night. it happens all in my mind in less than a second, but i can feel the pieces click in my head.

i'm suddenly nervous to go to his room, but dream is already dragging me into the hall.

it's not like we're going to do anything. dream respects me and my choices. he wouldn't just... and i wouldn't...

but earlier, i did want to relive that dream, those memories. this could be my chance?

no. i've only known him for a week.