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17) [Smii7y] What Snuggling Leads To

//Sorry if it's bad. I've had a lack of inspiration... suggestions are open! I'll write, like almost anything... speaking of which. Do people want smut shots? I've had a few ideas but I don't know if you want that in this book or in a new one? Idk. Thoughts, comments, concerns? Feedback helps a lot~//

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These moments were my favorite parts of being with my best friend. Sometimes, when it was really late, he refused to let me leave, and so often, we ended up in this scenario. I wrapped my legs around his as he lay, peacefully asleep, on his bed with me. I propped my arm up to look down at his face.

My heart twisted in a way I didn't understand.

We were best friends. I'd known him since we were kids, and I trusted him with my life. He was a memelord and I was his meming apprentice.

I promised him that we'd be friends forever. But now. It's like being friends isn't enough. I wanted more.

Oh Sh--

As I stared at his lips that were parted, listening to his even breathing, I realized. I loved him. A burning in my face caused me to hold my breath. The unexpected emotion catching me off guard. I couldn't love him. It would ruin our friendship.

An urge flooded through me. I just wanted to be closer. Feel his heart pumping, caress his face. What the hell was happening to me?!

Ignoring the tight feeling in my chest, I leaned down to lay a gentle kiss on his cheek. It would be my little secret. And hopefully subdue this strange feeling consuming me.

Just before my lips grazed his skin, he shifted, and my lips connected with his. Pulling back, a fluttering in my stomach and chest left me gasping. I can't believe I just did that!

Suddenly, I watched his black eyelashes flutter open, revealing his beautiful gray eyes. Time seemed to slow as Lucas smirked. I felt his hand come up and cup my face, and suddenly I was pulled down to his lips again. He kissed me intently and passionately. Pulling away, I gasped at a lack of air. My stomach rolled and tingles raked across my skin as I tried to comprehend what just happened.

I laid back down on my side staring into his eyes. He rolled over to keep eye contact. The silence was thick and I could feel the burn in my face.

Finally, he broke the silence. "I didn't know you felt that way about me."

"It surprised me, too." I whisper gently. I let my gaze trail away from his eyes, and they fall towards his chest. I messed up, didn't I?

I felt him shuffle in the bed before he pressed his forehead against mine. Looking into his eyes, my breath caught again.

"Hey Buttercup, don't look like that." His voice was thick from sleep. It made my spine tingle.

"Did I upset you?" I choke out.

It was silent.

A laughter bubbled in his chest before it tumbled from his mouth. "God no. I'v been trying to find a way to kiss you without you slapping me in response."

My mouth popped open in shock. He actually... likes me more than just friends?

"Buttercup, you better close your lips before I find a way to occupy them." He winked, and my chest fluttered.

With a blush and smirk, confidence rolled through me as words tumbled from my lips. "What if I want you to occupy them?"

"Fuck-" he breathed out. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer to him.

A feeling filled my nose, and before I could stop it, a sneeze exploded from me. Lucas freaked out, falling out of the bed with a loud bang. Shocked, I crawled over to peer at him from on top the bed. He lay on his back, looking up at me.

"Well shit." he mumbled.

I tried to stifle my laughter.

"Hey, no laughing at me! You caused this!"

Giggling, I shook my head. "I'm... so sorry."

"You tell lies."

He pulled himself up as I tried to move out of his way. He wasn't having that, and laid ontop of me. Crushing me with his weight, my giggles were cut off.

"Get your-" I wheezed in, trying to catch my breath. "-fat ass off me!"

"Fine. Only if I get a kiss~"

I couldn't deny that. "Okay! Okay, I give!"

He rolled off me and wrapped his arms around me again, one hand cupping my face as he held himself up with the other arm. His soft lips tangled against mine, stealing my breath. My toes curled as I gave in.

We pulled away, my chest burning for air as he laid back down facing me.

My forehead pressed against his chest. I ran my fingers across his bare torso, drawing patterns.

I think this makes us more than best friends.