The Insomniac Club | ✓

[32] - I Can Feel You Staring, Spaceling

Wren was fast asleep next to me. I was just after midnight when I woke up. I hadn't been able to sleep for longer than half an hour at a time tonight, and I knew exactly why. 

I couldn't contain my feelings for Wren any longer. It felt like a big secret that I couldn't keep. It felt like it would fall out of my mouth at any second. 

I had no idea what about Wren it was that made me fall in love with him. The best answer that I could think of was everything. Everything about Wren was worth loving. Every single last thing. From the way that he keeps his room messy to the way that he passionately spoke about the solar system and beyond when we were trying to fall asleep with each other. Every thing that he did, every movement that he made made me fall in love with him even more. 

I could only wish that he felt the same way. 

The tattoo on my arm still hurt slightly. It had been only two days since I got it, and I absolutely loved it. Partly because the boy I loved did it, but mostly because I knew that it would gain even more of a meaning over the years. 

I looked to my side and watched Wren sleep. He was laid on his side, curled up into my side with his forehead against the side of my shoulder. The skin that his breath brushed against tingled. His arm was slung across my stomach, holding me firmly to him. I smiled. 

I wondered if what Mia had been telling me over the past few weeks had been true. Does Wren really like me? Am I even his type? 

Doubts filled my mind, but I quickly pushed them away. Nothing good ever came from doubts. 

Wren shifted beside me, and my breathing hitched. "What are you doing awake?" He murmured, his eyes still closed. He hugged me closer to him. His warm body was a contrast against the cool temperature of the room. 

"Just thinking." I responded, admiring the way his eyelashes brushed his cheeks. I had always been jealous of the length of them. 

"I can feel you staring, spaceling."

A voice in my head told me that now was the time. Now was the best time to tell him. Before I could overthink, I spoke. 

"Can I tell you something, Wren?" 

One of his eyes opened to look up at me. "Yeah...What is is? Is it bad?" Worry filled his features. 

I shook my head. "I hope not. I just..." 

I couldn't find it in myself to utter the words. 

"Spaceling?" 

I looked back to him, and my body acted before my mind could. I ducked my head and cupped his cheek before pressing my lips softly against his. 

Wren was taken by surprise, I could tell. He didn't kiss back, his lips were frozen. Disappointed, I pulled away after a couple of seconds of no response. My hand fell from his cheek and I was about to get out of the bed when he grabbed me, pushing me onto my back and getting on top of me, his nose brushing mine. 

He looked deep in my eyes for a second before grabbing my cheeks firmly in his grasp and smashing his lips to mine. I smiled into the kiss, kissing back as soon as his lips were on mine. I could taste the peppermint lip balm that he always put on his lips before bed and the minty taste of his tooth paste. 

Our lips molded perfectly together, moving together in perfect synchronization. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers lacing through his hair and tugging lightly. He groaned into my lips and pulled away. 

I bit my swollen red lips with a smile as I gazed up at him. He grinned widely and chuckled. "My bold little spaceling." He said with a shake of his head. He ducked his head again, his lips brushing mind as he spoke in a whisper. "You have no idea how long I have waited to kiss you senseless."

"Really?" I squeaked. 

He chuckled again. "Really." He pulled my bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes darkening as he looked down at me. Not being able to contain myself, I pressed my lips to his again. 

I broke away a few seconds later, the words finally coming back to me. "I love you, Wren. And I know you might not love me, heck, you might not even like me that much--"

"Shut up, spaceling. You already know I love you."

My lips parted in surprise. "Y-You love me? Like romantically?"

"Yes. I love you. I've waited far too long to say those words to you." 

I grinned and pressed my lips back to his.