Two Oruguitas (Marvel Fanfic)

Chapter 36: Forget Me Not

🦋Chapter 36: Forget Me Not🦋

A/N: Warnings--Mentions of sex. But no smut or anything explicit as I never write smut. Without further ado, here's Chapter 36!

Pain surged through my body, especially my head. I let out a groan. Ugh, I think I had one too many drinks last night. But I would be lying if I didn't say I had the best sleep, better than I've had in many years. As I kept my eyes shut, I felt my pillow move, rising and falling at the rhythm of a heartbeat. My eyes shot widen open. What the...? I looked down to be greeted by a bare and muscular chest. There was a sheet covering the both of us.

Oh no...no, no, no. I dared to look up to see Stephen fast asleep. My breath hitched. What happened? Memories of what happened last night quickly came flooding back towards me as my face began to heat up. Last night was...heavenly. I slept with Stephen. I let my impulses win. But it felt so right. Being here in his arms, it felt so nice. All my worries and stress had vanished. It's like the rest of the world didn't even matter. Like it was just Stephen and me.

No, this was wrong on so many levels. I followed my faith and out of my own free will I wanted to wait until marriage...And not only that, but I am engaged to Matthew. But Stephen said he wanted to kiss me...No, it can't be. It must've been the drinks talking. We had too much to drink. Yeah, that's all. I remember Stephen and I had way too much to drink. I don't even remember how much we had to drink.

I could feel my nerves rising as panic began to set in. We both messed up, saying and doing things we regret. I'm sure Stephen didn't actually mean that. I then looked around to find myself in a different room. I mentally groaned. This must be Stephen's room. It contained a mirror, a wardrobe, a closet, a door leading to the bathroom, a night table, a desk, a chair, where Levi was hanging from, and a window. Our clothes were scattered on the floor.

I turned my gaze back towards Stephen. He looked so peaceful like this. It made me smile, warmed my heart to see him so serene, so relaxed, and not angry or in pain. I shook my head as I mustered all my strength to snap out of this trance he held on me. I should try to move, get out of his grasp. However, when I tried to turn, I was trapped. His arm was securely wrapped around my waist, with an iron grip. I mentally cursed. I was trapped. I glanced back at Stephen, who still remained fast asleep. Well, since I can't escape, I might as well enjoy this moment.

I placed my hand against his chest, and using a new skill that I learned, I focused on his heartbeat. It was steady, thumping at a normal rate. However, Matthew was right. Every person has a distinct heartbeat. It's how he's able to recognize it's me approaching him without me uttering a single word. I felt a pang of guilt for using this ability he taught me on Stephen, but I couldn't help it. I was curious. To hear, to feel Stephen's heartbeat with my ability, it was so fascinating and beautiful.

I then noticed a few strands of hair that fell onto his face. I couldn't help myself, extending a hand out, wanting to run my hands through his dark locks. As soon as I gently pushed the strands of hair back, his eyes fluttered open, revealing his beautiful bluish and greenish eyes. My breath hitched as I froze, unable to move. I felt like I was paralyzed under his gaze. I was afraid of his reaction, waiting for wrath, to snap at me. But it never came. Instead, a handsome smile grew on his face.

"Now this is a view I can get used to." He teased.

My heart fluttered at his words, making me curse. However, I couldn't help a smile from growing on my face. I never thought I would hear that from him.

"Good morning to you, too." I greeted back.

"Good morning, Synp." He answered.

My heart skipped another beat at his nickname for me and the soft look on his face. I wanted nothing more than to remain here, but I can't. This isn't right.