Begin Again (Formerly known as Reese)

Chapter Nine - Losing It

**I'm sorry it's been so long since I've updated, just been a bit busy with day to day things and enjoying summer while it's still here. You feel me? Hah. Here goes another chapter..**

By the way..there's a picture of Mat Musto (aka Blackbear), aka Nixon to the right. Check out the song "Unable" by Blackbear as well! It's pretty rad(;

Chapter Nine

The next morning I awoke with light streaming in through a small window directly on my face. As I went to cover my eyes, groaning, I realized I was not within the comfort of my own bed, nor was I alone. A solid body next to my own made the events of last night come flooding back to me. I felt my body up for clothing, and realized I was still in my yoga pants, but lacking a shirt. I hugged the large quilt closer to my body, and turned with wide eyes to look at a still passed out Nixon. 

My eyes scanned over his closed eyes, his perfect nose, the bit of stubble dribbled on his jawline and chin, and then down his neck to where I noticed all too familar love bites from none other than yours truly. I bit my lip to keep myself from smiling at the memory. My eyes continued their scan down to his bare back, considering he was laying on his stomach, his head turned to me. I could make out all of the muscles in his back and watched as his body rose and fell as he breathed deeply, completely at peace in his sleep. The quilt covered the rest of his body from his waist down, making my wandering eyes come to a stop. 

I shuffled around a bit, trying to get comfortable again, and then I heard a loud buzzing. I jumped, startled at the loud noise. Without opening his eyes, Nixon's hand shot out and smacked a small alarm clock that sat on the wood ground next to the bed. It appeared to have no plug in and ran on batteries. Smart, I thought. 

He groaned and let out a huff as he opened his eyes and started to turn over. For some reason, I felt the need to pretend I was still asleep, and closed my eyes quickly, making my face neutral as if I were in a completely different world. I felt his gaze on me for a while, and then his fingers trailing the skin of my arm. Shivers ran up my spine and I couldn't refrain from opening my eyes. His face was much closer than I imagined it would be, and I found myself looking right into his eyes which were about an inch away, his lips even closer. He wore a slight smirk as he leaned over me, taking in my surprised facial expression. 

My mouth hung open a bit as my thoughts got lost in his eyes. The soft feeling of his fingers on my arm moved up to my jawline and then his soft lips were on mine. I kissed him back, still slightly surprised. Our lips moving together were much slower than they were last night, but his wandering hands were about the same. When his lips finally left mine slowly, he turned over and landed on his back with a sigh. 

"Good morning," he said. I could sense the smirk that was most likely on his lips as he spoke.

I stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. As much as I loved kissing him, a knot in my stomach made me suddenly start to get out of the bed and find my shirt on the ground. He sat up. 

"Where are you going?" he asked, confused and still drowsy.

I stopped, running a hand through my hair as I sighed. "I just," I paused. "I just think that maybe this was all a mistake."

"What?" he asked. "Why?"

"Nixon, I like you," I recited like I always have to do to guys the morning after. "But I don't want a relationship. I don't do that."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said, holding up a hand and sitting up further. "That's not what I had in mind. "

I stopped again after adjusting my shirt on my body again and turned to him. "Oh. What did you have in mind, then?"