I Think He Knows

𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘀

𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲
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The sharp tingling all throughout my arm woke me up, and the little human heater at my side was the culprit for it. His hair freshly dyed red, the bright color even more shocking against the paleness of my arm. His hands were curled into loose fists by his face and I smiled at the different expressions he made as he dreamed staying as still as I could while moving my fingers, willing some sort of feeling in my arm.

He shifted next to me, moving closer and wrapping his arm around my neck as his face smooshed against my cheek, the hot breath tickling my nose. Despite how uncomfortable this position was for me, with his arm basically cutting off my air supply, I had never been happier. Being loved by Asher had proved to be the most amazing thing that could happen to me, every kiss and cuddle and moan of my name was like an instant happy pill for me.

Every second was bliss.

It had been a week since we had sex for the first time in a long while and we hadn't gone a day without it since. It was a good thing we never had any guests because every inch of my penthouse had probably been used as a wonderful spot for us, Asher bent over the kitchen counter his hands holding onto the cupboard handle as I pounded into him, against the glass sliding door(Asher's idea) my hand holding his arms above his head by his wrists as my other gripped his thigh up to my hips, I was a bit worried that somehow we would break the door and get severely injured but alas we were lucky. The living room floor, and couch, and wall, the shower, the bathroom sink him bent over it as I watched his reactions through the mirror.

I hated(not really) to say we were the stereotypical couple who couldn't keep their hands off one another but we were exactly that, if we weren't touching in some way what was the point of living really? Life didn't make sense without Asher's hand in mine, I liked being able to lift his hand and press kisses along his knuckles at all times.

As I watched his nose crinkle, the freckles along it scrunching into one another I thought back on all the years that led up to this moment. I had always been a cheerful person by nature, always looking at how the glass was half full but I really had been such a lonely person my entire life. My only friend had been Olive and she had left me too early, after her I had no one. I tried making friends but in high school that was hopeless for me as I had already gained the reputation of being the weird boy who was bullied until his sister died and people left alone after since they pitied me.

In college, I was a nervous person and the friends I had made weren't close because I was too scared to let them be. Then there had been Charlie of course but that relationship was so different from Asher and I. I had still felt lonely while with Charlie but with Asher, everything felt right. Asher was my best friend and my boyfriend and I hated to think about all of the years I spent without him, it was like living your whole life in a confused haze just to finally find some clarity and the entire world finally made sense.

"Mase," He mumbled sleepily, and I reached out brushing away the stray strands of hair that fell over his eyes with a soft smile.

"Hmm?" I hummed in question and his eyes opened, the dimmed lighting making them darker than the usual burning amber they were.

"Hi," He grinned and I turned onto my side, shrugging my shoulders for him to loosen the heavy weight of his arm around my neck.

"Hi," I kissed his forehead and cuddled closer. Later on today was the Clarke's Christmas Celebration yet I couldn't find it in myself to hurry out of bed. Just five more minutes.