Deaf Wish

Chapter 28 + Announcment

Hello, dear friends! I have big news for you all! The story Deaf Wish had been put under major construction!! I changed almost everything, so please please read the story again, if you want to find out what has been changed. Not only did I change Nathans and Skys character but also the order of events. It would be in your interest to read through it again.

I apologize for the inconvenience!

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My heart pounds against my chest. Why does this happen every time? Why do I react like this every time he does something like this? I want to understand what this feeling is. "Let's get you to bed.", the warmth of his embrace disappears as I follow him towards his house, uncertain if that is the right choice and also a little scared about the consequences. But the dozens of shots I had this evening, prevented me from actually thinking over this. I just do it.

We walk up the stairs towards his room, entering it and turning the light on. Nothing has really changed since I last been here, everything was at it's place. Except for his desk, it was cleaned for once. I sit down in front of the cage, saying hey to the little animals running around in it.

A light tap on my shoulder makes me flinch and turn towards Nathan, who held a white shirt towards me. "Here, you can wear that for sleeping.", I took it out of his hands, placing it on my lap first. "Thanks.", I muttered, before slowly taking off the shirt I was currently wearing and replacing it with his. As I turned to back to Nathan, I caught him staring at me for a second, quickly looking away from me. I can't help but giggle at his reaction, looking at him in return as he got undressed. But instead of putting another shirt on, he stayed like this, taking off his pants, before slowly crawling into his huge bed.

I quickly follow, also getting rid of the pants and laying down next him. Nathan looked at me, the corners of his mouth tugged up to a smile. "I enjoyed this day.Even though we didn't exactly trash the party.", he came closer, the temperature underneath the black blanket raising. "Y-Yeah.", I managed to choke out, slightly confused about this situation. The details started to creep inside my mind. He's laying there, with no shirt on, smiling at me and getting closer. I wonder what he'll do. Will he kiss me again? Or will we just go to sleep?

A cold hand grabbed mine, his fingers intertwined with mine, peeking out from underneath the blanket. I stare at them, just like before when we headed over to dance, not daring to say anything. My gaze wandered off to his defined chest and muscular stomach and the metal chips that were hanging on a necklace. Dog Tags. With my free hand I grab one of them, reading what it says.

Walker Ben, a number, a blood group and religion. "Is that...", I turn it inside the palm of my head, looking up at him. "Yeah.", he nods, "It's what got left behind by my Dad." I let go of it, not asking any more questions about it. "Let's go to bed, it's already late.", the grip on my hand had tightened, did I upset him that much? My thumb rubs over it and I look at him with a soft smile, my eyes wandering down to his lips.

Remembering what they did earlier, I blushed again, thinking about the feeling of them on mine and how I even kissed back. My mind got a little foggy and I felt lightheaded as I leaned forward, slowly placing my lips on his, retreating soon after. Without looking at him, I nuzzled closer to his chest, the cold metal of the Dog Tags against both of our warm bodies.

I can't believe I just did that!

He tried to get me to look at him, but I refused, not wanting him to see my face, not yet. I still don't know what is going on with me, or what that feeling inside me is, but until I find that out, I'll have to keep my distance. Well,even though I say that now, it was me who kissed him mere seconds ago. I'm not making any sense and it's scaring me, all of this,constantly wanting to be near him, wanting him to smile at me or even exchanging looks, everything makes me feel weird! I have never experienced this with anyone, not even with Claire.

Nathan had stopped his attempts of looking at my face and gave up, instead he, pulled me closer to him, his arms searching their way around my body. His hand stroked small strands of hair, sending shivers down my spine and chills through my limbs. It's his fault I'm behaving like this, that's for sure.

After he had turned off the light and continued the little massage, I fell asleep. In the end the alcohol had me at the verge of feeling sick and exhausted, so I was glad I could finally rest, even though the morning after wasn't all that pleasant.

As soon as I woke up, an immense headache struck me at a certain point in my head. My whole body felt numb, but also kind of sore, like I did a workout or something. But there was a warm feeling that surrounded me, it was nice and soothing, making the pain more endurable. My eyelids were heavy, seeming almost impossible to open, but as soon as I did, fear, shock and confusion hit me all at once.

Why is he in my bed?!

I try to wiggle out of his embrace, but his grip just tightens even more, pulling me back down to him. What had happened yesterday? Why is he here, and why isn't he wearing a shirt? "Nathan, please, you have to let go off me! Why are you here?", I try not to yell, no idea if I succeeded or not, but to my luck, his eyes slowly opened, getting used to the bright light coming from outside. His arms slide off of me and back to it's owner, as he looks at me with an exhausted expression on his face.

"Well, aren't you all hyper in the morning. Wouldn't have guessed that, after that night.", he smiled, rolling onto his back. I sat up, scooting away from him. My memories were blurry, I wasn't able to remember everything right away, but it did come back to me slowly. Except for one part of last night, which almost hit me as hard as truck.

We kissed!!

My eyes widen and I look down onto a yawing Nathan. Maybe he forgot or maybe it was just a dream! I can't believe this happened! I couldn't have! His expression went from tired to shocked as he stared up at me, tears streaming down my face.

"Hey, shh, don't cry. Everything is alright. Do you want a glass of water or something?", he also sat up, his hand reaching forward to pet my head, which I escaped. I can't have him touch me, not after yesterday. The tears started to drip on the blanket, that covered my legs.

He's confusing me with everything he does and it affects me more than I want to admit. This feeling. This confusion. And the fear, that mix with happiness and warmth. It affects my every move and thought.

A sudden wave of nausea hit, making me cover my mouth. "Oh my god, next door! Run!", Nathan, threw the cover off of us and followed me as I headed to the bathroom, ignoring the dizziness. As I was kneeling in front of the toilet, emptying the content of my stomach, Nathan kept rubbing my back, waiting for me to finish. And I have to say, I felt awful! Not only because of the hangover but also because I was throwing up right next to him. It was embarrassing.