Wonderland

❅H47❅ Forgive And Let Go

Chapter Forty-Seven

Heather's POV

Forgive And Let Go

When Brayden walked me back to my room after dinner, I felt as light as a feather. I was happy, surprisingly. I could feel it in my bones and in my soul. Depressing thoughts from earlier this afternoon were not thought upon during the entire evening. All I could think about was Brayden.

"Get some rest," he said, when we were in front of my room. He trailed his fingers up my arm until they were resting on my elbow.

"I know," I murmured.

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow?"

I nodded.

"Grab breakfast tomorrow morning before class?"

I'm not a student here anymore, I thought. "Okay," I told him.

Brayden hesitated. His grip on my elbow tightened. He seemed nervous. "Can I stay with you tonight?" he asked, anxiously.

My left eye twitched. What? I mean, it's not like he hasn't done it before, but it just wasn't possible anymore. Not when my feelings for him went beyond the friend zone.

"Not tonight," I said. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, no it's fine."

"I'll see you tomorrow, though." I tugged my elbow out of his grasp and fished out my keys from the pocket of my pants. "I'll see you then."

"Wait, Heather," he said, before I could unlock my door.

I tilted my head up to ask him 'what', but I never got the chance to before my lips made contact with something warm and soft. My eyes widened when I realized what it was. I didn't even have the chance to react before he pulled away. His face was flushed, but his eyes were sparkling. I found myself speechless, my lips burning. From my peripheral vision, I heard the sound of a door open and close, and then someone walking by us, but I was too absorbed in the moment to see which neighbor it was. All I could hear was the sound of my blood pumping through my ears. All I could feel was the warmth his lips left on my skin.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning, right?" Brayden asked, after a moment. His voice sounded distant, a little lost. He trailed his hand slowly down the side of my chest. His face was only a few centimeters away from mine, and his eyes were dilated. "Unless you...?"

"Change my mind?" I finished, dazedly. "It wouldn't hurt, right?"

"Definitely not," he agreed, opening my door. He sounded dazed, too. "Plus, it's not like we're..."

"No!" I hurriedly said, feeling my face heat. "Of course not!"

We both let out a collected sigh of relief when we saw that Isabelle wasn't in the room. We staggered towards my bed and crawled under my bed covers. I pressed my back up against his chest and shuddered when I felt him bury his face into the side of my neck. I felt warm all over.

"Heather?" he whispered.

"What?"

"Can I take off my pants? My belt is killing me."

"You have boxers on, right?" I squeaked.

"No, I never wear boxers," he said, sarcastically. He got off my bed temporarily and returned wearing nothing but briefs and an A-shirt.

"Wait," I said, when he tried getting back on my bed.

"What?"

"I should probably change into my pajamas too." I slid my pillowcase off my pillow and then tugged it over Brayden's head. "Don't peak or else we'll never share a bed again."