Only Your Touch

Chapter Six

"It's okay, Kell." Vic's voice was in my ear. And I knew this was just a dream. A very nice dream. I don't think I've ever had one of these dreams since I've become scared of lack of sanitation. The only thing I knew about Vic was how soft his hands are. And his smell. The rich spice invading my senses. He leaned next to my ear to whisper. "Open your eyes."

"I can't. You'll go away." I sucked in a sharp intake of breath as he chuckled. "I'm not good at this type of thing." One of his hands was running down my side.

"That's funny. Considering you're the most disgusting person I've met." Vic's hands turned rough and when I opened my eyes, it wasn't him anymore. I woke up with a scream. I clutched Vic's scarf to my chest. I wanted to take a shower. I was sweating and in a panic. I went to my phone first though. When I had texted Vic about his scarf last night, he told me to keep it. Along with another text to call him before I did anything after my nightmares.

"Vic?" He had answered after what seemed like a thousand rings.

"Kellin?" I could tell he just woke up. I let out a quiet sniffle. "Kellin, what's wrong?" I heard him sit up quickly in his bed with the clearing of his throat.

"I'm sorry to wake you."

"No. No, it's okay." He wasn't quite awake. And I could tell because he kept making these gasping noises every couple seconds. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"You told me to call you if I had a nightmare."

"Do you want to tell me about it?" I shook my head but he didn't hear me. I think he guessed though.

"I don't want to be alone."

"Okay. Would you like to meet somewhere?" I shook my head again at his question. He sighed. "I'm lucky enough to know that your shaking head but other people aren't. I don't understand what you want and I'm getting frustrated because I'm tired."

"I'm sorry. I just can't be alone right now." I was really desperate. But not desperate enough to leave the safety of my clean apartment or let him in.

"Hold on. Watch your phone." I did exactly that. The phone asked me if I wanted to FaceTime with Vic. I accepted. I shielded my eyes from the bright flash. I heard Vic laugh. "Yeah. Sorry about that." I swallowed some of my nervousness as I removed my hand from my eyes. I watched him move over to turn off the light. He wasn't wearing a shirt. I blushed. "Better?"

"Mm-hm."

"Whoa. Is that my scarf?" My face was burning but I couldn't hide it.

"Yes. I thought it would help me sleep." I said quietly. He waited for the conclusion. "It did for awhile. But then everything changed and took a turn for the worse. Why did it take you to realize I can't live my life like this?"

"Simple. I said what you were too stubborn to remember. To want to remember." He made himself comfortable on his bed. I was trying to keep my eyes from drifting. He had his phone far enough away that I could see halfway down his chest. I think he had it propped up against his pillows. I tried to do the same but it kept falling over. He laughed. I finally got my phone to stay up. "Congratulations." He had his eyes closed but he was smiling at me.

"You look tired."

"I'm exhausted." He yawned loudly. I pulled my sheets up to my chin.

"What happened after you left me?"

"More bullshit with Mike. He's a handful." He cracked his eyes open. "But we are on this call because of you. Do you want to tell me your dream?"

"Not really." I clutched Vic's scarf that was under the sheets with me. His eyebrow raised. "I was having a dream I enjoyed and then all of the sudden he interrupted. I just feel really gross thinking about it again." The thought made me want to make some excuse to hang up and then go shower. I had to stay on. I didn't want to continue this.

"I'm glad you decided to call me instead." I cuddled more into the sheets. His voice was kind of deep right now. It reflected how tired he was. "I won't be able to see you until later tomorrow. I have some stuff I have to do in the morning."

"Okay."

"I mean, you could come with but I don't feel like it's your thing." I suddenly became very defensive at that sentence.

"Well, maybe I can make it my thing." There was a hint of sass to my voice. He smiled.

"You'll wake up at six?" He asked. I rolled my eyes.

"That's how I always did my life. Let's be honest here. Do you know how long it takes to do my routine in the morning?" I got him to chuckle. I loved making him laugh. His attitude suddenly dropped though.

"Your dream....it's about a man hurting you." He had his calming tone on. I looked away from the screen. "Then why are you attracted to men?"

"I'm not really attracted to anyone. People aren't clean. But...." I stopped my thoughts from being spoken out loud. What I wanted to say would stay to myself. I was attracted to him. That much was obvious. I mean the dream I had didn't exactly scream that I wasn't. The fact that he can touch me when no one else can. When his smile and laugh make my heart beat a little faster. The blush that comes to my cheeks. The fact that I feel like I can tell him anything.

"But you let me touch you. Are you attracted to me?" I could feel his gaze through the phone. I let my eyes drift back up to his. He was waiting.

"Listen, I'm really tired." I covered my face at the half hearted excuse.

"Of course you are. Goodnight, Kellin." He made no move to turn off his phone.

"Are you going to stay on?" I asked shyly. He pulled the covers further over his body. I frowned when his chest was covered.

"Nah. Don't we always stay on once you call?" He yawned. "Night, Kell."

"Goodnight, Vic."