The Dream I Had on the 10th of June

Ticklish

In his bed. We're somehow laying down together, cuddling. One of my legs on top of his and one of his on top of mine. Honestly, cannot believe this is happening.

I don't even know how we ended up in this position without any of us mentioning the intimacy that it insinuates. Friends don't exactly hang out like this, you know?

Anyway, simply ignoring the issue at hand, we kept on blabbing about anything and everything, laughing, having a good time.

His bed is a bunk bed, so while we are in the bottom one, two of our other friends are in the top one playing games on their phones. One of them being my younger brother.

But that doesn't matter since they're in their own world right now and don't seem to even notice our conversation.

After a little while of chatting, I unlocked my phone to show him a picture and that led to us exploring through the albums on my camera roll.

There's photos of the place we're at right now, of cities I've been to, of my family, my friends, hilarious photos of my brother of course, of my cat and of myself.

I've been talking about many of those for some time now and he's stopped commenting after the first few minutes.

"This one is at a party my friend threw in February! Parties with them always turn out awesome, this pic has all of us making funny faces. Oh and this- I forgot I wore that dress then. Damn, this is a cute photo."

Looking at me in my short black dress, with the blue confetti curtains behind me and the smile I'm sporting, it was pretty. For a single moment, I thought I saw him taking a closer look at it than any of the other photos I've showed.

"Hey, why haven't you been saying anything the past twenty minutes?"

And he didn't give any response to that either, he just suddenly grabs me by the hips, turns towards me and starts tickling the life out of me!

"Hey! Hey, stop! Stop it- I'm gonna die!" I shout as my eyes start tearing up at the corners because I can't stop laughing.

Then he stops, but only for a short two-second break so he can bring me over, on top of him and start tickling my sides again.

"Noo! Have mercy, please-" I'm laughing so much it hurts and he's grinning widely the whole time looking up at me.

"Hold onto my shoulders." he tells me while still smiling but his tone is a bit more serious.

"H-Huh?" I stutter mid laugh as he hasn't stopped with the tickling.

"Put your hands on my shoulders." he repeats and I obey his words, resting my palms on each of his broad shoulders.

Then the unexpected happens. In the spun of a second he lets go of my hips, finished with the tickling game, grabs my face with both hands and kisses me.

Hold on, did he just- He's kissing me?

It takes me a second to snap out of my shocked state and kiss back but as soon as I begin doing that, he breaks the kiss and lays back down on the pillow.

I stare at him, speechless and confused. "Maybe I shouldn't have done that-" he says noticing my expression but as I'm about to speak we hear shuffling from the top bed.

I get off him in an instant, grab my phone and hold it in front of us, as we pretend to be watching something.

The two boys climb down and leave the room, spearing no glance at us while closing the door.

Some seconds pass in silence, when I finally find the courage to move.

"No." I mutter as I get back on top of him and lean down, giving him a peck and then another one and one more.

The make out I started has us acting on all of our desires. We're kissing hungrily now, I'm holding his face with one hand and tangling the other in his soft hair. He's squeezing my waist tightly, his large hands under the fabric of my thin tank top.

This goes on until we break apart, panting but hold eye contact and I speak, "I just didn't think after what happened last year- I was a bit shocked.."

Summer, last year, around the same period of July as right now. I realised that I found him attractive and gave it a shot. Not for anything serious, just a fling between us during the days I was staying over for vacation. But the response was negative. He declined, politely and I told him to act like nothing happened, as I mentioned before, it wasn't anything serious. We went back to being friends and I thought that we would remain as that.

"I know that I rejected your offer last year, but that was because I had never thought of that scenario with you and it caught me off guard." he revealed and kept on explaining, "After giving it some thought for the rest of the summer, when you had left to return back home, I realised that I do find you attractive and regretted declining."

"So, this year, I promised myself that I would try to make the first move and see if you were still up for it." he finished, waiting for my answer.

"I'm happy you did, I.. like you." I confessed. My feelings had grown as a year, without seeing him and only chatting sometimes, went by.

"And I like you too." he reciprocated, smiling softly.

"Does this mean that you want to make this exclusive, hm?" he asked, now smirking.

"Yeah.. Yes, I'd like that." I grinned.

"Good. Me too." he grinned as well and brought my face back down to kiss me again.