I wake up, scratching at my throat, trying to get some breath of air. When I finally catch it, my breathing is heavy. I reach up and wipe my forehead, sweats basically pouring from it. I feel my cheeks and that's when I realize I must've been crying in my sleep because of my dream.
I look at my door. Tyler's just beyond it, just beyond my door. Then just beyond his door.
I look over at my clock: 1:34. I get up and walk to my door quickly, keeping my eyes forward. I open it and then shut it slowly and quietly before opening Tyler's door and shutting it behind me. I walk over to his bed slowly. It's really dark in his room, but I can see the lump in his blankets and I gently nudge him.
He groans and rolls over. I nudge him again. He groans louder and sits up groggily, "Andrew?" He whispers.
"Yeah," I whisper back.
"What're you doing in here?" He asks, rubbing his eyes slowly.
"I had a bad dream." I whisper.
"Oh." He immediately sits up like all attention is focused on me. He pats the bed next to him and I crawl in with him. He wraps an arm around my back and pulls me extremely close while his other arm lays under my upper arm and bends so his hand is petting my hair. I wrap my arms around his waist and lay my cheek against his bare chest.
"What was it about, baby?" He asks softly as he pets the back of my head comfortingly. I blush when he calls me that.
I take a deep breath. "You."
I can feel his breathing stop for a minute. "Me?" He asks, a bit surprised. I nod into his chest. "What about me?"
"We were in school," I start, he nods as he listens, "And it was lunch, you know, everyone was outside eating and we were all eating. And then-" I stop, a shiver running down my spine. Tyler pulls me impossibly close to his bare chest and wraps his legs in mine.
"Go on, baby," he says softly.
"Some guy came through the school yard holding a gun. Like an HK33. And he started shooting people. And everyone jumped under tables. And he ripped me out from under a table. And I-I was frozen still. And he backed a few feet away and-" I stop abruptly. To focus on Tyler's hitched breathing. To make sure Tyler's still alive. The fact that the hitched breathing is there makes me happy.
"And what?" He asks softly as he continues petting my hair.
"You jumped out from the table and jumped in front of me," my voice breaks but I'm finally finished. I wipe my eyes and my cheeks.
"Andrew, I'm still here," he whispers. He plants a soft his on top of my head.
"I thought you were gone...," I whisper, my body trembling against his chest.
"It's okay, Andrew," he says reassuringly as he lays his head on top of mine.
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I can't fall asleep. His warmth is incredibly comforting but I still can't sleep. Of course, he's out like a light. Like a big cat.
I giggle softly when I think of him with cat ears and a cat tail. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair. The soft brown curls make me smile. I tug gently on the hairs at the nape of his neck. Them being slightly straighter, and shorter, than the others.
A gorgeous man is placed in front of me, sleeping soundly. His soft pink lips, parted slightly, beg for my attention. Without hesitation, I lean over, giving his lips the attention they're begging for.
It takes a second before he wakes up and kisses back. His protruding hand, open on my back, pulls me impossibly close. I pull him deep into the kiss. It's so sensual, so erotic.
"What the hell are we doing?" Tyler asks as he pulls away, taking a breath. He reaches behind me and turns on a lamp.
"What do you mean?" I'm kind of hurt, the way he says it sounds like he himself is confused as to why we're doing this. Like he's forgotten entirely that he kissed me first.
"We're just making out. We could be doing even more, you know?" He looks at me and the dim lamp light makes the lust in his eyes seem to grow.
"Oh I know." I basically attack him. My lips pressing against his hungrily. Right now his kisses are sloppy, but I don't mind once I realize that the only reason it's sloppy is because he's slipping his pajama pants off. I pull the shirt I'm wearing off ambitiously.
He looks at me for a second and then starts laughing. I look at him, offended. "Why the hell are you laughing?"
"You've got three hickeys," he laughs.
"All of which are from you." I roll my eyes.
"Should we really do it tonight?" He asks.
"Only if you want to," I say softly.
"It's 3. I think we should just head, eh?" He kisses my forehead. I nod and nuzzle up against him, my head shoved up against his chest. He grabs my hand in his and intertwines our fingers.
After a couple of minutes I'm almost asleep, my eyes closed. The soothing feeling of Tyler's thumb running over my palm softly makes me smile. I take in deep breaths of air, each one eating up his scent.
His comforting arms and delightful scent make me feel like a child. Because when I've got his arms around me and his fragrance in my nose, I feel like he's keeping all the monsters away.
And I feel safe.
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