Until You're Cured

Fifteen Days

Fifteen Days

BEEP BEEP BEEP! God damn his alarm, I think as I wake up once again in Scott's bed. I roll over and see Scott standing in the doorway wearing only his towel. His hair is wet and fall over his forehead. My eyes trace the lines of his chest and stomach, down to the low hanging towel. Maybe the alarm isn't such a bad thing.

Scott catches my gaze and we both blush a bit. He recovers faster than I do though, smirking. "Enjoying the view?"

"Very much. What would it cost me to have it forever?" I ask. I really, really wish I could.

"Well, sir, my price is passion, and patience." Scott answers, grabbing his clothes, but not making any move to put them on yet.

"Really? Why is that?" My eyes still haven't left him.

"I'm a bit of a screw up, hence the patience. I also need you to really want me for you to get this. Therefore, passion." He explains and winks. Then, in a sweep of pale skin and threadbare towel, he turns back to the bathroom to get dressed.

While he's gone, I steal a dark blue V-neck from his closet and a new pair of pants. The shirt is my favorite, super soft and always just a bit too tight on Scott. Do you ever get the feeling when you wear someone else's clothes, or even your own favorites, that you're getting a constant hug? That's how this shirt made me feel, like I had Scott's arms permanently wrapped around me.

Scott's strong arms really do wrap around me then and I smile. I don't move, I don't even turn around to look at him, I just enjoy this perfect little moment. I really wish I could stay right here forever.

"What are you thinking about?" Scott breathes into my ear. The feel of his breath on my skin makes a chill run up my spine.

"About you, and forever," I murmur in return, leaning back just the slightest bit to be just that much closer to him. I adore this boy and I feel so safe right now. Safe from the world, from intruders, from the Cure.

"I never stop thinking about you. Ever," he tells me. I turn around and kiss him lightly before stepping back.

Upstairs, Katy and Eli are eating breakfast again. Katy's lips twist into a half smile as she looks at us. Eli stares at his cereal like it needs to confess something.

Even as I eat and clean up, the words, "I never stop thinking about you" keep playing in my brain like a wonderful soundtrack.

"Someone's happy today," Katy teases.

"Just in a good mood I guess," I lie. If Eli weren't here, I'd kiss Scott again or at least hug him. I glance at Eli and catch him looking at me. His grey eyes turn back to his now soggy cereal.

We get to school before most of the other students at St. Anthony's Boy's Preparatory School. I grab Scott's hand, sneaking into the arts wing because that department doesn't start classes until second period so no one should be around.