dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Twelve: The Morning After

Chapter Twelve: The Morning After.

I woke, spread eagle across my bed. My shirt was half way up my body, and some of my hair was sticking to my face. I went to moved, until I noticed that something warm was draped over my bare stomach, and my legs were over lapping something as well. I felt a soft breeze tickle my shoulder, and something moving softly next to me. I looked to find Vic curled next to me. His face was right next mine, his nose brushing my cheek. His plush lips were slightly parted, his eyelashes brushing his cheekbones. His chest rose and felt against my arm and I notice his arm wrapped protectively across my waist. I couldn't help but feel as if the heat from his arm intensified against my own bare skin. It made my heart skip a beat, and it made me not want to ever move. I yearned to forever stay here, his hold was gentle but it scream of warmth and protection. I felt like I was at home. It felt normal for me to be half naked with his shirt, curled in his bed, as weird as that sounds. It just felt so perfect.

I slowly turned to face him, keeping his arm across my waist, and wiggled down a bit, so I could bury my head in his chest. As I snuggled down, his hand went up, taking some shirt up with it, and we now sitting dangerously high on my rib cage. I was too much at peace with everything to care anymore. I notice his arm lightly tightening, my movement obviously shaking some of his sleep off. I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent that blinded my surroundings. I could hear his soft heart beats under his shirt. His warmth was nearly as intoxicating as his scent. As I laid curled in his arms, my legs tangled in his, was when I slowly started to except more and more how much I was falling for this guy. I know when he wakes, this will probably be broken up, and brushed off as a friendship thing. I realised, I would have given anything for him, to wake up, and kiss me and tell me how much he loved me. I softly sighed, leaving the fantasies in the back of my mind, and appreciating our closeness for now. My mind did ponder if he was thinking the same. That maybe, just maybe, he was falling for me too. Mike did tell me to give him a chance, which gave me the hopes that maybe Vic had discussed that sort of thing with his younger brother. One of the reason I was keeping distance is I could tell that the mark that Veronica girl left is still a little raw. I also didn't want to loose his friendship if things turned pear shaped. Ok, stop considering it and remember the fact you are in his bed with him holding you. Don't forget it, ever. I nuzzled my face deeper into his chest, his warmth engulfing me entirely. I felt him stir, and I squeezed my eyes shut, praying him waking didn't mean I had to move. The thud of his heart steady against my hand. He took in a deep breath, and yawning quietly. I felt him freeze, obviously realising I was in fact curled up against him. I felt him gently run his fingertips over my ribs, causing goosebumps to rise. He slowly and respectfully, slid his hand down more towards my waist. A small spark of disappointment flared in me. At least he didn't take his entire hand away.

I felt his breath tickle the top of my head, as he softly sighed. He tightened his grip around me, and it made my heart flutter, considering I knew he was awake. I don't know if I wanted to reveal myself as awake yet. He stilled, but I could tell by his more timely breathing he was still awake. I stirred a tiny bit, trying to send subtle signals that I was awakening. I felt his grip suddenly loosen. I let out a soft yawn and he began to lift his arm off of me, obviously assuming it would make me feel uncomfortable. I made a soft groaning sound, mixed with a sort of growling. I felt his chest shake with a soft laugh as he placed it back.

"Good morning." He croaked in an unusually husky voice. God dammit, I forget how weak I am to guys morning voices. I wiggled closer, entwining my legs further with his.

"Morning." I breathed into his chest. He started softly rubbing circles with his thumb on my hip. I had to bite back a shiver that was threatening to shake me. He needs to stop, but oh god he definitely shouldn't.