Then He Smiled [BoyxBoy]

Chapter Fifteen

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When I woke up in my sleep, I panicked, sitting upwards with shock.

I thought it was the nightmare again, but when I closed my eyes to recollect my memories I realized that was not the case after all.

The first thing I noticed was the chill running through my body.

It was freezing.

Still hazy with sleep, I pulled the blankets closer to me.

The second thing I noticed was the darkness around the room. There was no crack between the curtains, they were drawn too tight, and it was pitch black.

I looked to my right and my eyes fell to on the outline of Fin's folded up figure. A discarded notebook paper, folded repeatedly on itself, one tenth of its original size.

His hands were folded to his chest, and he shivered occasionally, a crease forming on his forehead.

I stretched a hand towards him, touching it against his shoulder.

He mumbled under his breath, twisting his body around.

My eyes focused in the dark and I noticed his hair stick at his hairline with sweat.

With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I realized he was dreaming.

He whimpered, and my heart rapidly collided with my chest.

"Fin," I croaked, my voice still heavy with sleep.

He didn't respond. I tried again after clearing my throat, "Fin."

He flinched.

I gripped his shoulder and shook.

He woke with a jolt, eyes wide as he stared up at the ceiling.

I watched as he struggled to control his breaths, chest heaving.

Slowly, he turned his head towards me and parted his lips in surprise. "What happened? Why are you awake?"

"Why are you awake?"

He frowned. "Kaiden, did you have the nightmare again?"

"No. I woke up because...I'm not sure. I think I woke up because you weren't touching me."

"I wasn't?"

I shook my head. "You were sleeping. Looked like you were dreaming."

"Oh."

His fingers found the blanket and tightened around the material as he tucked it beneath his chin.

"What were you dreaming about?" I asked.

"It was nothing."

"It looked like a lot more than 'nothing'. Was it scary?"

He closed his eyes as he sighed. "Kind of. I'm tired. Come here, we should go back to bed."

"Fin, tell me what it was about."

"Why?"

"Because you look terrified. It might help if you talk about it."

His arm snaked around my hips, and he pulled me closer to him.

I let him, aiding him by pushing myself towards him so we were a pile of tangled limbs, chest to chest, nose to nose.

I bit my bottom lip, eyes dropping to Fin's mouth.

"I don't want to talk about it," he murmured, eyes fluttering.

He was watching my lips too.

My skin tingled from the tips of my fingers and all the way up to my lips.