Not What I Expected (A Marcel Fanfic)

Chapter 31

There is no feeling more beautiful than waking up next to another warm body. Feet tangled and duvet crumpled. Just watching him sleep, watching him breathe slowly, brings joy to my heart. Greater joy than I've ever felt before. Sometimes, his mouth parts and he takes a deep breath, and then other times his eyes move under his eyelids, as if he's dreaming. He's so still though, the only thing that's moving is his chest, rising up and down, letting me know he's real and alive.

I don't wake him up. I look at him sleep for what seems to be thirty minutes, until finally he starts moving, keeping his eyes closed. That awful moment when you wake up, when you're still tired but can't sleep anymore. He opens his eyes slowly, and moves both hands to rub them. He throws them back on the mattress, and moves his head to look at me. He smiles a very fragile smile, and closes his eyes once more. He opens them again.

"You're still here." he says, barely able to speak because of the raspiness of his voice. His words form a lump in my throat; I don't know how to respond to that.

"Good morning." I reply. Lamest answer in the history of lame answers.

"Hi."

He turns his entire body to mine, and we just look at each other in silence, the sun becoming brighter and brighter.

"I want to kiss you." I tell him.

"I want to kiss you too." a little smile is playing at his lips, and I beg those dimples to appear. God, he is so handsome.

"So let's kiss."

He crawls closer and pecks my lips once.

"Saving the best for later." he winks and grins.

"When did you become so cocky?" I laugh.

"When I saw you liked cocky boys." he responds more seriously.

"You're not cocky, and I like you. I don't like cocky boys."

He puts his hands around me and nuzzles his head in my neck, shaking it in agreement with me. His breath feels cool against my hot skin, and I trace my fingertips along his back, closing my eyes, feeling his skin melting into mine and his heartbeat against my chest.

"Don't fall asleep again." I whisper very, very quietly. He kisses my shoulder in response. My own eyelids grow heavy again, and when everything goes dark and peaceful around me, the door creaks open, but I can't see who it is as my back is turned.

"Are you up?" Marcel's mom asks softly.

"Yeah mom." the boy in my arms answers, not moving his head from my shoulder.

"What do you want for breakfast?" she speaks a bit louder.

"We'll just come and see what we have in the fridge, can you please close the door?" his voice is still tired and husky.

"Sure honey." and with these words, she leaves us alone again.

"I'm not moving." I tell Marcel.

"Me neither."

"We should though."

"Yeah, but I'm a rebel now, remember?"

I start giggling and I can feel him smiling. I try to wiggle out of his arms and he frowns.

"Liar."

"Why?"

"You said you wouldn't move."

After we get out of bed, I'm glad his mom doesn't ask any uncomfortable questions about why I'm here and why we were half naked in bed. We eat breakfast in the sunny kitchen with his mom and then go back to his room so I can get my things and go back home and get ready for Leeroy's surfing competition. Marcel decides to walk me.