Come closer... I want to feel your skin on mine...closer...
The blonde boy etched closer to me, I could feel his warm breath on my skin. The scent of his sweet cologne hypnotised me, causing me to reel in towards him. That's it...closer...
His voice replicated an echo, yet his words sounded familiar. My vision was a blur, but I knew I'd heard his voice somewhere before.
I've craved you for so long, Charity...do you want me? It was almost impossible for me to refuse, he was like a vortex, luring me in like candy to a child.
Do you want me? Nothing felt real. "Yes." I replied, not able to say anything else. Soon enough, our faces were just inches apart...he leaned in...our lips were millimetres from connecting.
And then I woke up.
My breathing was heavy as I tried to regain my breath, I felt as if I'd run a marathon. Thinking back to the dream, I tried to identify the blonde mop of hair and dark penetrating eyes. A sudden buzz of my phone shocked me out of my daze. Picking it up, I read the message displayed on the screen. It was Tate, my best friend ever since I moved to New Orleans. Wanna hang? Like...not literally hang but...you know what I mean :P
I glanced at the clock on my bedside table, it read; 2:12am.
Like now? I texted back almost immediately. Duh, silly bitch 😂
I laughed to myself and put a pillow over my face, ignoring the messages. My phone buzzed again...and again...and again, Until I finally drifted back off to sleep. The strange dream returned again, but this time everything seemed clearer. Charity...don't you want me? Come get me...I crave you. The same blonde headed boy etched closer to me, but this time I could see his features less vaguely. I could see the shape of his eyes, the slight dimples in his cheeks even the pale complexity to his skin.
Suddenly, I regonised him...I recogised the blonde hair and the pale face. "Tate?" I asked, disorientated by his seducing essence.
Yes. It's me...do you miss it? At this time, I was confused about many things, but what overrode it all was the obsession in my head, what posessed me to have dreams...wet dreams, about my best friend? Was it the eyes? The smile? Maybe the heart fluttering laugh? I tried to awake myself before he got any closer, the butterflies in my stomach had turned to flesh eating maggots, eroding away my stomach walls. Don't wake up...all you want is here. Come closer...
His velvet voice was enough to drive me insane, but I concealed it as I backed away. What are you doing? Don't you want me?
Tate's words were so full of raw lust, it made my stomach churn...in the good way. Luckily a distraction emerged from the seemingly helpless darkness. Gentle taps diluted in my ears, it sounded like stones upon glass, I focused on the quiet sound, not realising Tate nearing me, ever so subtly. Kiss me...
My urges felt unstopable, I wanted my lips to touch his, I wanted our skin to connect. The gentle taps became louder and more vivid, until a shattering sound awoke me from my dream. The last thing I saw was Tate's face disappearing and the first thing I heard was Tate's sheepish yet careless tone from outside of my window.
"Tate?" I looked over to see my window shattered, glass on the floor and a brick beside it. I sat up and glanced at my clock once more; 2:45am. I hadn't even been asleep for an hour. "My bad." My eyes darted to a familar mop of hair outside my now broken window. "Tate? What the fuck are you doing?" I whisper shouted at him. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Just visiting a friend, what are you doing?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and stood up from my bed, crossing my arms over my chest. "I'm fucking sleeping dickbrain!"
His eyes scanned over my body with a smirk on his face. "Nice pj's." I looked down at my body to see I was wearing a singlet and my new black lace underwear. My face grew red as I hid my body. "Tate! Look away you perve!" He laughed as he leaned up against the broken window. "Calm it, I've seen it all before." My face grew redder now, if that was even possible. "No, actually I dont think you have!" Tate sighed and covered his eyes. "Put on a jumper." I scuttled to my cupboard and threw on a jumper three times my size. I'd lost weight these past couple of years. Once the jumper was on I walked over to the window, avoiding the broken glass. I swept away the shards with my hands and opened the window for Tate. "Come on in." Without a word, he tried to get inside the small opening, but got stuck half way. "Help...I'm stuck." I giggled, watching him squirm made my night. After a few minutes of helpless pleads I decided that maybe I would help after all. I grabbed his arms and pulled him through, tripping over in the process. Tate landed on top of my frame, laughing and smiling brightly. His hands were planted beside my face as he hovered above me, a hue of pink dusted the bridge of my nose as our faces were so close. Just like the dream, I could feel his warm breath on my skin, his hypnotic scent was driving me insane, luring me to him.
*Flashback*
Closer...I wanna feel your skin on mine...closer
The dream was happening...Tate was leaning in, and I found myself doing the same. The second our lips connected, electricity jolted throughout my body, my heart jumped and my butterflies exploded. His lips were flawless on mine, as they moved rhythmically among my skin. As they parted, my butterflies returned and the electricity faded, but didn't die. "You know this is a sin right?" Tate whispered. I thought about the situation and came up with quite a reasonable reply. "I think it's more of an illusion." With that he pressed his lips on mine once more, all the emotion balled into electricity rattled my bones again. Let's just say that wasn't the worst night of my life, it was quite possibly the best.
