So Close But So Far

when you meet the right one, you'll know

Hudson's P.O.V.

I could see her slowly falling asleep from the corner of my eye. We were watching the movie 'Now You See Me'.

I guess coffee keeping you awake was a myth.

Was I supposed to wake her up?

I was scared that she would get angry.

Maybe I should carry her to her bed?

I went to her bedroom first, moving the duvet so all I had to do was lay on her the bed and put the duvet over her.

As I was moving the duvet, I realised how god damn cold the bed was.

A genius idea came to my head.

I got in the bed, moving around, tossing and turning, trying to transfer my body heat onto it.

I swear it smelt of coffee.

And for some strange reason, it didn't bother me as much as it used to.

Maybe I was getting used to it.

Once I thought the bed was warm enough, I ran downstairs hoping she was still sleeping.

Why was I so excited to take her to bed?

She was still sleeping.

I picked her up, bridal style, her head resting on my shoulders.

I could get used to this.

I hurried up the stairs, not wanting the bed to get cold again.

I placed her on it, finally getting to touch her soft, dark hair, moving it out of her face.

She looked so peaceful.

My mind wandered back to the time I over heard her talking with Jackson.

'I feel empty'.

My heart sunk a little.

I hated this.

I realised how much I didn't know about the dark haired girl that I had already gotten insanely attached to.

And I hadn't even realised what I was doing as I placed my lips on her forehead, my heart racing.

The smell of coffee no longer sickening to me as I smiled against her forehead.

I was screwed.

Maya's P.O.V.

I was experiencing something I'd never felt before in my entire life.

My heart was beating erratically.

I was bursting with what I thought was happiness.

I mean, I wouldn't know.

This meant something, for sure.

You don't kiss just anyone on the forehead, for crying out loud.

I was seething with joy.

No, it wasn't my first kiss.

But it was the first one that meant something.

But why did he do it?

I had so many questions.

So many questions.

Did he know I was awake?

Probably not.

I couldn't sleep as I tossed and turned, my heart singing.

And for the first time, ever,