your pov
what. the. fuck. what just happened? van? kissed me? i walk into my room with my head spitting out a million questions at me. this boy, like a protective figure to me, my brother's best friend for his whole life, now has eyes for me. what the hell would larry do if he knew?
but the one thing that stays persistent through all these things is how his kiss made me feel. something about it sent chills down my spine and his lips were so warm and fervent. and how he passionately pulled me into him.
i want it again. i need it again. he's like a drug. i speed walk out into the hallway to catch him back downstairs but he's already opening the door to larry's room. i sigh and hop back into bed, scrolling through my phone.
it's 12:47 and i decide i want to go to sleep. i send my streaks, plug in my phone and pull the covers over my shoulders.
not even 2 hours later, i wake up to a tall figure standing in my doorway. i rub my eyes and sit up,
"van?" i say softly.
he cocks his head to the side as the moonlight's reflection reveals a smirk forming onto his face. he does that thing with his lip. fucking gorgeous. his arms were braces against my doorframe. he sighs deeply and walks himself over to my bed. i feel the bed dip a bit from the weight as he lays down, scooting his way closer to my body,
"can't sleep,"
vans pov
she looks at me confused,
"sorry i woke you up," i say sincerely.
she shakes her head softly and reaches out to touch my curls. i smile gently and sigh with relief from her touch.
y/n has always known about my insomnia and anxiety since my mum passed away. she pulls me into her chest and rests her chin on my head,
"you're so warm," she mumbles against my head.
she sweetly plays with my hair and her breath becomes steady. i wrap my arms tightly around her figure and nuzzle my head into her chest. i almost find myself falling asleep. i tilt my head up and kiss her tenderly, rubbing her cheek with my thumb as i do so.
her lips are so soft and warm and welcoming to me. i kiss her down her chin towards her collarbone. i look at her for approval and she nods. my hands find the underside of her top. i run my hands up her stomach to her chest and sweetly caress her. she sighs and her breathing becomes shallow. i feel her heartbeat quicken. she nudges my chin to look up at her and she presses her lips against mine.
her tongue runs over that bit on my lip where i mess with and playfully sucks on it. i blush deeply, and a warm feeling is cast all over my body. we make out for what it feels like 30 minutes when it was only just about 5-10 minutes. i pull back from her to look into her eyes,
"is this okay?" i ask her, genuinely wanting her to be comfortable with the idea of being intimate with me. she nods,
"of course, van. i just never knew you felt this way about me,"
i shrug a little and smile.
your pov
van gets up and heads for the door,
"i don't want to fall asleep here before larry gets up. sleep well, princess," he winks at me and closes the door quietly.
wow. he's never been so nice to me. sure, he's been protective but i have always known him for being more of a reserved, hard headed, tougher kind of guy. he's always been like that. i really hope this isn't all just an act. i don't know. he's my brother's best friend. he's just like a brother to him. and to me.
i shove my face into my pillow and try to get to sleep.
