Oblivious To Him

Chapter 23 - Better Than Sugar

"I know! He's so clueless sometimes," whispered Mia.

"Absolutely. Can you just take a picture, please? We have to capture this," George whispered back.

I woke up to the sounds of people talking softly and was just barely awake to fully comprehend what they were saying.

What does Mia need to take a picture of?

I decided to ignore them and sleep for a little bit longer. I was so warm and comfortable, which was odd because I usually don't like to fall asleep on the couch.

I cracked open my eyes and was greeted with a firm chest wearing my favorite shirt. I felt it rise and fall with steady breaths.

I was squished between the couch and Oscar who had wrapped his arms around me in a protective manner. I tilted my head up and saw that he was smiling in his sleep and my heart did a little jump.

He looked so at ease, and even though he was sleeping, that one dimpled smile looked really cute. I was tempted to just snuggle back into his arms and stay warm and cozy forever but he must have felt me move. His eyes opened slowly and he looked at me for a moment before realizing what position we were in.

He reacted as if ice water got dumped on him and his warmth was ripped away from me as he fell to the floor with a thud taking our blankets with him.

"Ow," he grunted, pulling the blanket off his face to look at me, "Sorry," he apologized, sitting up and rubbing his back.

Mia and George broke into a fit of giggles and I suddenly felt embarrassed enough to blush.

"Did you get it?" George asked, reaching for Mia's phone.

"Oh yeah," she mused.

"What did you guys do?" asked Oscar, picking himself off the floor. I scooted over and patted the seat next to me so he would sit back down. He smiled sheepishly and placed the blankets in my lap before sitting down, leaving a couple of inches between us.

"Nothing, I'll show you later," Mia brushed off, stuffing her phone into her pocket.

Oscar sent me a look and rolled his eyes before tugging the end of his pajama pants down.

"Do you want to see if your stuff is dry?" I asked. He looked like he needed to escape his friends for a moment.

"Yes please," he stood up and stretched his back and I couldn't help but notice how well defined his muscles were. I still couldn't get the mustard shirt out of my head and how misleading it was.

Mia snickered at something, whispering in George's ear.

"What?" asked Oscar, crossing his arms. They were up to something but I couldn't figure out what. Mia definitely has a trickster side to her and I regret telling Oscar that I was excited about that.

"Oh, um, well look," she pointed to a conked-out Trevor, who even after the commotion he was still deeply asleep.

I chuckled softly and hoped that they had actually gotten a photo of him. His brown hair was jutting out in all directions and he was snuggling with a pillow. Oscar looked skeptical that they had actually been talking about Trevor but he let the matter drop.