Nikes - A Blake Richardson (New Hope Club) FanFiction

Not like every evening

Blake's P.O.V

When I entered Selena's room she was already in bed. My temporary bed was still next to her bed but I didn't use it since two nights. Two nights. I hadn't slept so good for years next to Selena in these nights.

And her smell. It was a perfect combination of orange and vanilla. I could smell it the whole day.

What I loved most was when she was deep asleep and when I could bury my nose in her hair and enjoy her smell even better.

Now I walked to the bed with all these thoughts in my head even if I knew I wasn't allowed to think them. I always had to remind myself of the original purpose why I was sleeping in Selena's bed.

Like every evening I gave her an asking look to make sure that it was still okay for her that I was sleeping in her bed. Like every evening she smiled at me and made some space for me and like every evening when she did it my heart made a double beat and sped up for the next hours until I would be asleep. Like every evening I prayed that she wouldn't hear or notice it.

If she did, she would find out how I felt about her and she probably wouldn't allow me to sleep in her bed. Because then, our borders wouldn't be the same anymore and the reason why I slept in her bed would change. It was a matter of mutuality. I could tell that I wouldn't be able to sleep without her in any other bed.

So I pressed my teeth together, tried to oppress the hyper speed of my heart - what certainly didn't work - and laid down next to her, being extra careful to not accidentally lie on her hair or leg or any other part of her body.

Her face was turned to me what was different to the other evenings. Normally her back was turned to me. Now I got a bit insecure but I couldn't help but looking into her eyes. She did the same with me. Even if it was quite dark, I could still see the little sparkles in her eyes. The brighter dots in her brown eyes. How I loved them. They always got me in trance.

We laid like that at least five minutes but it definitely didn't feel like five minutes. It felt like maximum ten seconds. Every minute passed away too fast in her presence. But every minute without her felt like hours. It was crazy.

My hand moved faster than my brain could realize what it did. It wasn't my brain which made the orders, it couldn't be possible, my hand moved independently. I touched her cheek so softly, like cotton wool. It expressed exactly my feelings for her. So soft. And careful.

My hand laid there for another couple of minutes, like it would touch a hyper breakable glass figure.

We kept on looking into each others eyes. Suddenly she looked at my lips. For only a very little part of a second. But I noticed it. Did that mean -

I couldn't think this thought further. It would have been false hope. But I wasn't able to keep my eyes away from also wander down to her mouth. My eyes stayed there longer. As soon as I got my control over them back I looked at her eyes again.

My hand moved further, my fingers disappeared in her soft hair. Selena closed her eyes for a second and opened them again. She enjoyed it!

Do I have to tell you that my heart beat so fast like I was running a marathon? Or can you imagine already?

There it was again! She looked at my lips. Was I allowed to kiss her now? Until now I didn't dare to only think about it. But the circumstances changed, didn't they? Didn't it always mean that somebody wanted the kiss when they looked at the lips? Wasn't it always written in books?

Completely led by my feelings my head moved forward. Very, very slowly, always being alerted if she showed any sign that she didn't want what I was about to do. I gave her enough time to say stop. Or to move away. Or anything what would tell me to stop. At the smallest sign of her not concurring I would immediately stop it.

But she didn't disagree.

She closed her eyes.

That was the signal. I closed my eyes as well.

Our lips touched. In my body it felt like thousands of fireworks exploded at the same time. At first I didn't move and neither did she. We only enjoyed the touch. The feeling. The wave which rolled through our bodies.

Then I slowly opened my mouth and kissed her properly. No, I had been wrong. If I already called the feeling of only the touch of our lips like thousands of fireworks, I couldn't think of a better thing to describe the feeling now.

Selena only opened her mouth as well. I could feel her insecurity, she didn't know what to do. I tried to put all my security in that kiss, even if I wasn't that secure as well. Let's say, I was glad that we were laying and not standing.

I wanted her to feel save and comfortable and she shouldn't worry that she was so inexperienced. I wanted her to have just the same overwhelming feeling like me. Hopefully she had. I hoped it so much.

When my lips closed again and the kiss finished I originally had wanted to get away again. To not overact. But I couldn't. Instead, my lips opened again. And hers did as well! The move of her lips made my whole body tingling when she tried to copy my moves.

I noticed that she didn't breathe anymore. To be fair I had to admit that it wasn't quite easy for me to breathe too.

"Please breathe." I only managed to whisper.

Indeed, she had completely forgotten about it. She breathed sharply in the air and out, shakily. I didn't worry about her shaking because I understood it. It wasn't different in my case. The feelings just overwhelmed us.

Nevertheless I asked "Alright?"

She whispered "Yes."

That was all we could manage to say.

And it was all we had to say. There was nothing left to say. We communicated through our bodies. And it was the best thing I could think of in that moment.

Author's note

I'm sorry, I'm late again...
But I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did :)

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