Lifted // Klance

Chapter sixteen

Keith's POV

I woke up to the sound of repugnant loud snoring next to my ear. At first, I was a little scared. But I quickly realized it was Lance from his scent. He was holding me too tight. I was unable to move or do anything. This is so embarrassing... what if he wakes up and says ew. I don't look good in the morning... i'm pretty ugly.

My legs kick the sheets down and I stretch them out, trying to reach the floor to slip out. But that fails... all that movement actually woke him up. The bed creaks as Lance shifts around, yawning and stretching like he just woke up from a long winter hibernation. I blushed and turned away to hide my face with the blanket.

"Hm?" He words out in a low raspy voice. "Keith? What are you doing-"

"Don't look at me" I warned.

He tries to pull the blanket back but I gripped it tightly. No. No way. Not gonna happen. I'm not letting him see me like this. He starts getting frustrated with my stubbornness and I lose the little battle of pull. The sheet yanks out of my hands, the back of my head accidentally hits the lamp. Ouch...

"Woah, sweetheart..." he gasps. "Calm down. You'll hurt yourself."

I roll my eyes and hide my face under my collar of my shirt. Does he... not mind my morning look? He didn't care if I looked bad?

"Why are you hiding" he frowns. "Are you... embarrassed because we slept together?"

"No! No... not like that at all" I stammered. Sleeping with him for the first time overnight was truly a gift from the heavens. I'd spend everyday waking up with him next to me if I have to. "Eh..." I scratch the back of my head nervously.

Lance bit his cheeks, making a funny face and I laugh a little. What the hell is the point of that... god... my boyfriend is so stupid. He lets go of his cheeks, making a sucking sound in the process. "You look beautiful."

"Ah...ha.." I laugh nervously, my face turning uncontrollably red. Fuck... me.

He gets off the bed, his weight leaving and making me feel lifted.

Lance walks over to my closet, pulling out some shorts in my drawer and tossing them to me. "Lets go downstairs, we probably missed breakfast."

I sloppily caught my shorts and scrunched my nose at the realization that I was only wearing boxers. I can't believe this... he slept with me and I wasn't even wearing pants. Why am I unable to get myself together.

When we walked downstairs, I was drawn back at the fact that two of Lance's siblings were asleep on both sofas. Wh-.. since when... why di-... HUH?

"Mornin' champ!" Noah speaks loudly out of nowhere, causing me to jump a little. Shit not again my chests hurts...

He quickly apologizes and runs to the kitchen to get me 'brunch'. My breath goes short and I felt like I just got shot again for a good ten seconds. After that, I loosen my tight grip on the staircase railing, and smiled to Lance assuring him that I was just fine. He stood there horrified and paralyzed.

He doesn't say anything else. I gulped as Lance walks in pass me towards the dining room. I followed behind him, rubbing my arm awkwardly. We took a seat across from each other, Noah slaps down some vegetables on my plate and gives Lance a chocolate pancake.