A Day Before Tommorow

Chapter Fourteen June

Day tucks Tess and Eden into Eden's bed, brushing a hair off the fresh bandage on Eden's forehead. I feel the hardness of my face soften watching him, wanting to reach out and touch him, wanting to feel his lips against mine again. Sighing, I leave my post on the doorframe, wandering back into the kitchen.

"Hey, June?"

I shoot my head up, my eyes landing on the couch. "Andrew. I thought you were asleep."

He scratches the back of his neck. "Naw, still awake." At this moment i analyze him, not with the soldiers eyes like I was trained, but with a 27 year old girl's. He's handsome enough, dark, shaggy hair and green eyes, pink plump lips that I wouldn't doubt had been pressed to many girls', lines at the corner of his mouth that signified a boyish grin. There were also many other, unattractive features. His eyes, although pretty, were cold and calculating, sending a shiver down my spine. Jameson's. He had stress lines on his forehead, and at the corners of his eyes, and an edge to his voice like he wouldn't trust me, no matter what I said or did. There was something else, a thing I could quite place my finger on.

"Ms. Iparis? You okay?"

I snap out of my daze. "Of course. Um, I guess I should go back to my place. Uh, ask Day where the blankets and pillows are." Andrew nods at me slowly, like I'm stupid. Which I guess in the moment I am, for thinking of how badly I wanted to stay. Feel Daniel's arms around me, his lips against mine, his hands in my hair, his clothes on the floor like they were that night in-

"Hey, Junebug, you know, you could stay the night here." Day says, closing Eden's bedroom door behind him. I take a step back, surprised. "But there's no room. Andrew is taking the couch and your bed is obviously taken-"

He runs a hand through his light blonde hair. I double take, remembering now that it's short. "Sleep with me then." He says quietly.

I feel my heart do a million flips, doubling, no, tripling in speed. Sleep with Day. Share a bed with Day. Surely I had heard him wrong.

"I mean, you don't even have to touch me." My fingers ache. "Just, you know, for one night."

"Well, I for one do not want to hear you two going at it, so since she's staying over in your bed keep it down, will ya?" Andrew intervenes, going to the hall closet and opening the doors. "Ah! See how efficient I am! Finding the pillows and blankies on my own!" He says, reaching in and pulling them out. He saunters back over to the couch, pulling off his shirt and jeans, so he's standing in front of us in black, and very tight boxers. "What, never seen a guy in his tighty whities before?"

Out of the corner of my eyes I see Day's cheeks flush. Was that jealousy?

"Welllllll." I say, backing into Day's room. "You two have fun with each other, I'm going to go get ready for bed." I scurry into Day's room.

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Day's POV

A few minutes later I emerge into my room, heart threatening to beat out of my chest. Not touch her? I could barely keep my goddy eyes off of her, and wanted so badly to feel her skin under my fingers. Not in a sexual way necessarily. I just wanted one less thing between us.

June sits awkwardly on the bed with her day clothes still on. "Uh, can I borrow something? For while I, we sleep?" I nod stiffly, going to the drawer and tossing her a t-shirt. "Just this?" She asks.

"Well none of my sweats are going to fit you." I offer up. She gives me a look. "If it would make you feel better you can wear my boxers over your underwear. I don't own any shorts." She nods and I reach into a different drawer, handing her a pair of maroon boxers, not as tight as Andrew's. My fists clench at the memory. If she was to see anybody in boxers, it would be me.

She clears her throat. "Um, I need to change..." I turn around, facing away from her. "Seriously?"

"What? I'm not going back out there. In case you haven't noticed, I'm stunningly attractive, I can't have straight guys questioning their sexuality in my house, now can I?" I can imagine her rolling her eyes. I hear her feet against the carpet as she turns away so her back is to me, and the shuffle of clothing as she takes off her shirt. I swallow and glance back, just as she undoes the clasp of her bra. I can't see anything but her back, and all I can think is how incredibly beautiful this girl is. I can see the curve of her shoulder blades, the tan of her impeccable skin, the two dimples on her back at the bottom of her spine...

She pulls my shirt over her head, tugging off her jeans and putting my boxers over herself. I silently curse myself for being so much bigger than her; my shirt is to long to see anything. I know it sounds perverted, but I wouldn't mind seeing her back side again. I tug off my shirt and my jeans so I'm just in my boxers, a pair matching hers.

Just as she begins to turn around, I turn back to face the wall. "I'm done." She says quietly.

"Okay." I say, matching her volume and going to the opposite side of the bed as her, peeling the covers up and getting under them. She follows timidly, one of the few times I had every seen this girl shy. She lays down a acceptable distance from me, flat on her back. I mimic her position, staring at the white ceiling, my heart aching to hold her.

After a few moments of complete, utter, terrifying silence I hear something slide under the covers and long, slender fingers lace themselves through mine.

I smile a bit to myself as I fall into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

Ugh I have to get up early tomorrow and it's almost 11. RIP me.

Ellie