Malfoy | Draco Malfoy [Book1](Unedited!)

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When I wake up the next morning, I'm still on the couch, my head resting on his chest. I feel his arms wrapped around me, his grip tight even in his sleep. For once, he looks peaceful not an asshole.

I find myself studying his face, the way his lashes fan against his cheeks, the gentle slope of his chin, the way his nose curves.

I feel the guilt as I realize that I'm enjoying this moment, this chance to see him in a different light. But the guilt is quickly overshadowed by a wave of warmth that washes over me as he murmurs something under his breath, his arms holding me ever tighter in his sleep.

I should push him away, tell him to let me go. But instead, I find myself nestling my head back on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. For some reason, being close to him like this feels like the most natural thing in the world.

After few moments I look up at him again taking in his peaceful features while I can.

He looks so different when he's asleep. So vulnerable, so human. I want to reach out and trace my fingers across his face, to feel the warmth of his skin as my finger tips explore the contours of his lips. But I can't bring myself to do it, not when he's asleep.

As my eyes trace over the delicate curve of his jaw, a nagging thought pops into my head, again. What would it feel like to kiss him?

I shake my head as if trying to physically dislodge the thought, feeling my cheeks heat up at the direction my mind is taking. Why am I thinking like this? This is wrong, isn't? I shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts about him he's the brother of my ex boyfriend

I try to focus on something else, anything else, but the thoughts keep creeping back, flooding my mind like a horde of unwanted intruders. Images of his arms around me, his lips pressed against mine, his body moving against me, each one more enticing and provocative than the last.

I feel my heart beating faster, my breath coming in short gasps as I try to rein in my imagination. This is crazy, this is wrong, this is...intoxicating. I feel a strange sort of excitement that makes my mind fuzzy. What is happening to me?

I can practically feel the warmth of his breath on my lips, the gentle brush of his hair against my forehead. I want him, My mind screams, the voice deep and husky, like some wild animal that's been caged for too long. I want him more than anything right now, more than air, more than life itself.

What the hell Thea? No! No! No!

"You're staring," he murmurs.

I jerk back, startled by the suddenness of his voice. My cheeks heat up again, my heart racing as I realize he's awake, that he's been awake this whole time. How long has he been awake?*l

"I-I wasn't-" I start to say, but he cuts me off with a soft chuckle.

"Of course you weren't," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. His eyes are open now, watching me with a knowing glint. "Because your staring was the picture of subtlety."

I feel my cheeks burn even hotter at his words, mortified that he'd caught me and equally terrified at the realization that I was so caught up in my fantasy that I didn't even notice the shift in his breathing, the stillness of his body. I avoid his gaze, unable to meet his eyes after being caught in such a compromising position.

He must have watched me for God knows how long, observing me as my eyes roamed over his features, as my body leaned closer to his. I can only imagine the thoughts that must be going through his head right now. He must think I'm such a creep, a pitiful fool.

"Look at me." His voice is command, a subtle undercurrent of authority that demands obedience. I feel compelled to obey, unable to resist the command in his tone. I lift my gaze, meeting his eyes reluctantly.