Between The Lines

Chapter 130: This is....Ridiculous

Rebecca's POV (1st Person):

I sat up in the dark room, the soft glow from the window barely illuminating Lane's peaceful face as he slept. He was so close, lying beside me, completely unaware of the mess going on in my head. His arm was draped over his chest, his breathing steady, and he looked... so damn adorable.

But I couldn't relax. My heart was racing, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about him—about how close we were, about the heat between us just hours ago, about how his body had pressed against mine when we were laughing on the couch.

I bit my lip, squeezing my legs together as I shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable. But the more I tried to calm down, the worse it got. My skin felt like it was on fire, and every time I glanced over at Lane, it only made the tension inside me worse. His hair was tousled, his lips slightly parted as he breathed, and I could still feel the warmth of his body next to mine, even though he wasn't touching me.

This is ridiculous, I thought, pulling the covers up higher, hoping they would somehow help. But it wasn't working. My body had a mind of its own, and the more I tried to ignore it, the stronger the urge became.

I turned away from him, trying to focus on anything else—anything—but my mind kept wandering back to him, to the way his hands had felt earlier, how his smirk had made my stomach flip. I closed my eyes, hoping that would help. But I could still feel the tension building inside me, making it impossible to think about anything else.

I shifted again, the sheets rustling as I tried to get comfortable, but it was no use. My body was betraying me, and the heat pooling between my thighs was too much to ignore.

This is crazy, I thought again, my breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts. I glanced at Lane, still sound asleep, and wondered how he could be so calm, so completely unaware of the effect he had on me.

I sat up, running a hand through my hair, frustrated with myself. Maybe I needed some air. Maybe if I went to the bathroom or took a walk around, I could clear my head.

I slowly slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb Lane. My feet touched the cold floor, and I padded quietly out of the room, my heart still pounding as I made my way to the bathroom.

I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment and taking a deep breath. The cool air of the bathroom felt good against my heated skin, but it didn't do much to calm the storm brewing inside me.

Why does he have to look so perfect? I thought, frustrated. Why does he have to be so... him?

I turned on the tap, splashing some cold water on my face in a futile attempt to cool down. But the thoughts wouldn't stop. The memories of him, the way he touched me, the way he looked at me... they kept flooding back, making it impossible to focus on anything else.

I gripped the edge of the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My face was flushed, my eyes wide, and I looked... completely overwhelmed.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to steady myself. I had to get a grip. I had to calm down. Lane was right there, sleeping, completely innocent, and here I was, losing my mind.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling.

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I quietly crept back into the bedroom, still trying to shake the restless feeling. Lane hadn't moved. He was still lying on his back, one arm resting above his head, completely at ease. His chest rose and fell with each slow breath, and I couldn't help but admire how calm he seemed.