𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬; 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐚

EIGHT

IRIS MARA
"How'd you manage to live in Los Angeles for nearly 6 months but only come over three times?" Brandon asks from his lying position on the couch opposing me.

The bus was dimly lit due to the late hour and to the fact that all the rest of the boys had passed out high.

"I guess you could say that I was pretty nervous to be surrounded by all of my brother's friends at once. I just felt as if that would overwhelm me." I respond.

Brandon lets out a soft hum in response before his eyes flickered over to me,"Are you cold?"

"A little but it's nothing I can't handle." I assure him although the boy didn't listen at all.

He jerked his hoodie over his head and handed it to me.

"Brandon." I sighed, letting out a slight laugh,"You always go the extra mile don't you?"

Brandon smiled before taking the hoodie back from my grasp,"Raise your arms for me." He ordered.

I oblige, obeying his words. I sit back and allow him to slip the hoodie over my head.

"You look really cute in my clothes." He remarks once the hoodie was all the way on me.

"Oh shut up, Brandon." I tease before lying back on the couch.

He immediately joins me by flopping down onto the empty space next to me.

"Are you tired?" He queries, looking over at me as his head was propped in his right hand.

"I actually am." I say honestly.

"Well I'm really warm and I'm quite comfortable." He grins suggestively whilst patting his chest.

I shake my head at the boy, smiling slightly. I roll over so I was then in the comfort of his arms.

He tugged me closer to his chest, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

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The feeling of his hands against my body was euphoric. The way his fingers danced along my skin left me aching for more.

His lips were soft and moved smoothly against my own. It was as if our lips were meant to be moulded together.

He pulled back slightly from the slow, sensual kissed we had shared. His forehead rested against mine as we both caught our breaths.

"Words can't express how badly I want you." He breathed out,"All of you."

"What would you do if you had all of me?" I ask, running my hand up his back until it landed on the nape of his neck.

"I'd kiss you all the time." He tells me, pressing his lips to mine.

"Make you feel special." He mutters, lightly placing a kiss on the spot on my neck below my ear.

"Absolutely murder that pussy." He whispers, catching my earlobe in his teeth.

The sound of something falling to the ground sent Brandon flying off of me.

The two of us looked over to the source of the noise, shocked to find that Nick stood in the doorway. His jaw was clenched and his hands were balled into a fists at his sides.

"What in the fu-."

I shot up quickly from my sleep, my heart racing in my chest.

In my frenzical actions, I managed to also wake up Brandon who was now looking at me with concern.

"Are you okay?" He asks, rubbing his tired eyes.

"Uhm, of course." I murmur,"I just have to use the bathroom. You know?" I say, slipping off of the couch.

He just nods his head before he collapses back onto the couch,"Mkay."