Just Friends? Troyler.

Chapter Four- Apologies

TYLER'S POV:

"Troye? What the f*ck?!"

I pull my hand away from his arm as though it burned me. I pull him towards me and bury my head in his chest.

"Tyler, your shirt..." Troye croaks, his eyes are puffy and his face is pale but he still looks adorable to me.

"Shh, Troye I don't care about the shirt." I continue to hold him in my embrace before I can manage to steady my emotions. I can't believe he did this because of me, but most of all I can't believe what he admitted. Troye likes me. My best friend, my perfect best friend, likes me. Me? I want to scream and squeal like a teenage girl, but I know I can't. I pick Troye up and sit him on the bed before disappearing into the bathroom. Returning with gauze and some rubbing alcohol, I begin to tend to Troye's wound. The whole act seems so intimate, at times I am overwhelmed with emotion. I wrap the bandage around before clipping it closed with the clip. I slowly trail my arm up Troye's shoulder, before cupping his cheek with my hand. I lean forward before touching my forehead to Troye's.

"Troye?"

"Yeah?"

"I really liked this shirt."

He giggles a breathless giggle, showing he is just as affected as me.

I lean in and place my lips on his, I want to take it slow, he's vulnerable. But Troye begins to take over, he rubs my neck as though trying to find a place for his hands, eventually he settles them in my hair. I lick his lip, asking permission to enter, he opens his mouth wider and as our tounges touch, I enter a new realm. I feel so many emotions, it feels as though I've never lived before this moment. I pull away, breathing hard I place my forehead against Troye's and our breathing contends a steady rhythm, albeit that rhythm fast paced. I've never experienced a kiss so mind blowing. He bites his lip and it's so sexy that I feel myself harden even more from that simple act. I pull his lip from his teeth with my thumb and place my hand in his. We lay down on top of the cover on the bed as our breathing steadies. I wrap him in my arms, spooning him so that I'm still facing him.

"Tilly..?" Troye's voice sounds so timid and gentle that I just want to kiss him all over again.

"Yeah, Troye?"

"Did you hear the song?"

"Not yet."

"Oh..."

"Calm down girl, it's on my slay list." Troye giggles and I push his chin up towards me. "Troye, you come first, okay? No matter what." Instead of replying, Troye snuggles closer. I kiss his forehead and play with his hair.

This. Is. Heaven.

"I'm sorry, Troye."

"Me too, Tilly."

Author's note:

*cheers*

Yay! I'm writing this but I still get happy when they get together 😅.

Thanks for reading.