Splatter [DIVERGENT]

thirteen; platonic

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Tris
8:49AM
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Sunlight streams in through the wooden blinds, casting a bright shadow against the back of my eyelids, causing my body to become alert.

My eyes slowly flutter open, and i immediately let my mouth fall open in shock. Beside me, looking incredibly adorable, is Tobias. Our bodies are pressed together, his arm wrapped loosely around my waist.

Shifting carefully, I realize tht the two of us fell asleep on the sofa, a large blanket tossed over both of our bodies.

As I take in a deep breath to ease the tightness in my chest, I'm immediately hit with a storm of recogniton from last night.

Did I kiss him, or did he kiss me? It's such a vivid memory, yet it feels a thousand years away. I tell myself that it's unreleastic to think that Tobias and I had been making out last night because the thought of us together is insurmountable.

But there is no way, unless I got amnesia, would I ever forget what happened.

For the first time in years, I actually felt like myself. Like I was completely at ease, like I've finally been released from the painful cognition that life throws at me.

And, right now, I can't think of anything that could cause any form of stress to me.

My finger reaches up and traces the outline of his jaw idly, faint stubble brushing the tip of my nails. With his eyes closed, Tobias looks even younger--more youthful.

He's the first guy who I've felt attracted to in a long time, and even though at first I was scared to allow myself to get close to him, it's like whenever we were around each other I lost control of my ability to remain placid.

Sometimes I feel like this isn't right. That I have to truly know Tobias to actually confirm my feelings. The things that he knows about me are limited, and the things I know about him are little. Yet, somehow, it's like we've figured each other out.

My heart immediately picks up as my finger slips and the nail pokes at his cheek, causing Tobias to rapidly open his eyes.

Softening after realizing that it's just me (I would have still freaked out, though, especially because it's me) I can't help but laugh softly, watching a smile form on his face.

"Morning," I whisper, watching as two dimples crease his cheeks as the smile widens.

"Hello, Ms. Prior," Tobias replies softly, his arms fastening around my waist. "Would you like to remind me of how we ended up sleeping on your sofa?"

I can't help but roll my eyes. "Um," I pretend to struggle, my eyes averting to the grey crew neck loosely hugging his chest. "I think you were helping me to finish some project."

Scratching the hollow underneath his jaw, Tobias bites the corner of his lip. Save me, Jesus.

"I don't remember doing anything with you last night, though."

I shake my head, glad that my hair is tied into a ponytail otherwise it would be wild. Tobias quirks up an eyebrow, and lifts up one of his arms to run his hand through his crazily soft hair.

While doing so, he seems to be oblivious to how the muscles in his arm pop out with every movement. Sweet Jesus, Satan, Judah, anyone help me.

"So, you don't remember kissing me? For almost an hour?"

My lips still feel swollen from the feeling of his pushed against mine, but the sensation just makes me want to make them more and more numb.