Just My Cup of Tea

twenty four

I was having an amazing dream.

I was laying on a marshmallow bed and it was the most comfortable thing in the world. It was as if this marshmallow bed had moulded my figure into its beautifully gooey self and I fit perfectly. I snuggled closer to the pillow, burying my head in its unusual warmth. I'll admit, it was an exceptionally comfy pillow. And a very weird pillow. It was a little too hard, and it felt like I was sleeping on a soft rock. But that's marshmallows I guess.

If you know what I mean.

Suddenly I felt a pair of large warm hands wrap themselves around my waist and pull me closer to the source of the marshmallow. Wait...Eric? Was I dreaming about Eric? I knew I loved him for a large portion of time but it'd been a year and I was still dreaming about him? Was this normal? 

Those oh so lovely and warm hands hugged me closer to a strong and hard yet not so hard and kind of soft chest. I didn't know Eric was this fit. Maybe he hit the gym a lot when he was in Brazil. He must have visited that gym a lot.

I snuggled deeper into the warmth. Considering I was practically cold blooded and always shivering, it was good that Eric's body decided to suddenly become so irresistibly warm. It was like having your own human heater.

His chin was rested on the top of my head, my head buried in the space between his neck and chest, resting against his shoulder. It was not an inch too tight or too lose. It was the perfect fit. As if we were pieces of jigsaw made to mould each other.  

I inhaled deeply and felt his scent intoxicate me. This was weird. Eric never smelled like this. He lost that vanilla scent completely and instead it was replaced with a musky, fresher and fort of fern-like spice spell. He smelled yummy rather than cute. Maybe he changed his cologne?

I moaned out quietly, moving my hands down to his waist and sighing in complete bliss. He was so firm yet so comfortable it was like he was my very own customized bed that put all the other beds to shame. 

Suddenly, he jerked away and the warmth was instantly replaced by the cold air that hit my skin like splinters. I grunted and frowned, my eyes still closed as I subconsciously reached for the warmth. It came back almost instantly and I smiled to myself contently snuggling right up to his suddenly very fit and very comfortable and very warm self. 

I felt his chest shake ever so gently as if he were laughing. Yeah, Eric, laugh all you want. One day you'll be the cold blooded reptile and I'll laugh at you! Suddenly, I felt a finger on the corner of my eye. It moved slowly, tracing my eyelid before moving down to my nose, sliding across my cheek and landing on the corner of my lip. 

I frowned. 

'Eric, stop.' I moaned. The finger froze. There was a long, long pause until it vanished completely. I felt the slumber recapture me into its void. Wait. Where even was I?

My eyes snapped open, and I was greeted with the view that the entire female population would slit throats to be able to experience first hand. 

Alexander's fucking chest.

I shrieked in surprise and shoved his body away from mine immediately. Perhaps it was by the shock of what exactly his chest was doing in my face or maybe (most likely) why in the world was it so amazingly comfortable but I shoved a little too hard it seemed because he got fell off the bed and onto the ground with a hard thud.

I heard a sharp 'ow' coming from beneath the bed and I held my breath, looking cautiously at the edge. Well, I didn't mean to shove him off.

I guess...

I felt a little bad for a moment because it probably hurt and he was literally sleeping but all those emotions melted into a puddle and got dried out from the scene of watching him attempt to get up, reaching out to hold the side of the bed to support his weight and then trip over whatever was down there (probably his own foot) and fall back down with another moan in agony. I stifled a giggle.