The Boy With Green Eyes

Chapter 18: Right Now

A day early! I felt like I needed some cheering up because it's Valentine's Day and it sucks. Will someone be my valentine?? Love you forever :P

not edited, but I love this chapter! It's longer than usual ;) and I really hope you enjoy it! 

Spoiler, Oliver feels ;)))

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His lips were surprisingly soft, but perfectly shaped. Even though he wasn't doing anything, I still felt a shiver run down my spine at the contact. The sinking feeling that this seemed right settled in my stomach. Damn you Jude. I kept my lips against Oliver's for a few more seconds, waiting for something spectacular to happen. These ghosts tended to have an extra sixth sense about this kind of thing, so I was trusting Jude's judgement on this.

Just as I went to pull away, I felt his lips move against mine, kissing me back. What. Our lips moved perfectly together, softly, but surely. I could feel a moan rising in my throat just from the feel of his lips on mine which I held back. Tingles arose everywhere and the excitement and adrenaline pulsing through my veins was something I hadn't experienced in a long time. When he brought a hand up to cup my face, that's when I remembered he was supposed to be in a coma. I pulled back and opened my eyes, finding myself face to face with Oliver and his stunning green eyes. He was staring at me intently, curiously. His hand never left my cheek, instead lingered, his thumb making small circles on my face. A gentle smile graced his own face as he looked at me. It was as if he could see right through me, as if he knew me. In that moment. I couldn't bring myself to even look away. I was just in shock. He was in a coma and now he was awake. After, what, ten months, he finally wakes up, all because I kissed him. If I knew that's all it was going to take, I would've done it earlier, got it over with.

"Hi Terrie." Oh and my god his voice was more incredible than I remembered. The melodic lilt and huskiness brought a smile out of me.  His smile mirrored mine and I swear we must've looked like a couple of spastics just being there staring at each other with creepy smiles on our faces. Not that his was creepy. His was white and joyful. You'd think that after being in a coma for ten months he would be less attractive or something, but nope, he was still attractive, if not more so than I last remember. We mustn't have heard the door open, but next thing and Tom was shouting with happiness.
"Dude! You're awake! Like actually awake! Holy shit, I need to go tell the doctor, hold up I'll be right back. Terrie, don't let him go back into the coma!" He rushed out to find said doctor, apparently not noticing the intimacy of Oliver's and my positioning. I had taken a seat on the bed right beside him, his hand still rested on my cheek, my head leaning into it. There was also the whole 'stare into each others' eyes oblivious to the world' thing happening. I was still struggling with the fact I was supposed to let him into my heart. Almost as if I was supposed to replace Jude, which I could never do. Realising this, I pulled back a little, out of Oliver's embrace. He frowned lightly, confusion crossing his face. I glanced down and away and stood up. I had to distance myself.

"I'm glad you've finally woken up Oliver. There have been a lot of people waiting for this moment."

He grinned cheekily at me. Like really, he had to throw the cheeky factor in?

"I love the way my name sounds from you, Terrie." Ohhh, no don't say that.

Grimacing, I replied, "That's nice. I'm sorry, but I have to go, I'll, uh, I'll see you round, okay?"
With that, I left the room, leaving Oliver gazing after me. I know my shortness hurt him, but I couldn’t do this right now. It felt right at the time, kissing him, but now, with Tom coming back, it jolted me back into reality. I couldn't possibly be with Oliver, right? We were from two different worlds, plus my heart was taken by a dead man. Ugh. How lame was that. Oh well, I could deal with being super duper lame. But I couldn't deal with Oliver and his all knowing eyes. He totally saw into my soul.