Borderline

chapter twenty one.

Sooo, I guess prom happened.

But don't worry, I'm not going to bore you all out by telling you about it, only saying that my expectations wasn't even high to begin with, and still-

And like always, I'm so so sorry for the wait. I just had to find the motivation for creating anything in general, whether it be my book or drawing, and fortunately, I did. I want to give you all the best quality of my books, and not just chuck some updates at you just to post regularly. I hope you all understand that❤️

So take this fluff (but short, sorry) chapter because we all need it before the real shit goes down...

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The blush on my face was relentless.

It certainly couldn't be there because of the fire me and Keith were currently situated in front of, inside his cave per usual; the flush of color had blossomed up in my cheeks as soon as Keith had slammed his lips against mine, and it had stayed put ever since. Always as insistent, never following my brains commands.

I was just drying myself up, that was the purpose of this, but I couldn't help but want it to be more, maybe pick up from where we had left off in the lake, before I almost went through a severe hypothermia - the water was so goddamn cold, not even Keith's body temperature could hide the fact. Apparently, my teeth clattering against each other was a big turn off.

"You warm yet?" I heard him murmur from above me, and the next tick, I felt something warm and solid graze my head, playing with the damp, platinum hair strands that had yet to be dried. No fabric apart, just raw skin, traveling teasingly further down, brushing against the nape of my neck. I couldn't help but to shiver, but I quickly found it to use as my advantage and excuse it as something else.

"Nope", I muttered, shoving myself closer to his side, and his hand dropped in the little surprise, but quickly found it's place again on my body again. I pressed my face against his shoulder, entangling myself deeper in the blanket that laid draped over my bony shoulders, the fabric smelling awfully musty, probably because I had been completely drenched when Keith had dragged my trembling body into the cave, immediately throwing the frayed, navy blue cloth over me, while somehow at the same time setting up a fire that he instantly pulled me down to sit in front of, not hesitating to press me hard against his side, giving me that extra heat. And, the blanket probably smelled fusty because it had been so overused and washed countless of times. I was considering even bringing a new one to Keith from the castle...

"If you want to stay, you can just say so, no need to make up excuses", he said softly, lightly scratching his nails against my scalp, and my eyelids almost fluttered closed. But a particular loud crackle of the fire sounded so strongly that it had me startling, sitting up a little bit straighter, running over his words in my head.

"I sense a 'but'", I muttered, pouting even though he couldn't see it, clinging onto his arm like I was preparing myself for if he would decide to tear me away from him, pulling me up and waking his cosmic wolf up to zap me back to my room. I didn't want to leave, even when it felt like the battery in my body was running out, laying on a dangerous 3%. Even when his body made an excellent bed. I could fall asleep right here... NOPE, no, nope. I mentally slapped my face to invigorate myself.

"But...it's super late, Lance. You must be really tired. I hate to be the one taking away rest from you. I'll escort you back to your room, and it'll only take a tick. How does that sound?" His hand had stopped petting my hair, instead laying sprawled over my head. I could see through the corner of my eyes how Keith turned his head to look at the soundless bundle of fur laying peacefully in the corner of the cave, it's back rising and sinking rhythmically. I made a mental note to ask him what the wolf's name was later, but now I had other things to tackle.