Complexes (LGBT) (boyxboy)

chapter 19

Chapter 19

I woke up to the sound of a door being quietly closed. The small noise was enough to make me stir and roll over onto my back. I opened my eyes, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the morning light. The first thing I saw was Lucas walking towards me with what looked like two coffees from one of the campus cafés in his hands. "Hey," he said with a bright smile. He sat on the bed next to me, his light weight slightly shifting the mattress.

I cleared my throat and looked up at him with a smile. "Hey you," I rasped out. I rested my hand on his thigh, just wanting to touch him. "I brought you a coffee. Class starts soon and I ran into Eddie.

He said you were tossing and turning all night. Figured you didn't get much sleep," he spoke a little too quickly for my brain to catch up. "I didn't," I shook my head, still not bothering to actually sit up. "Why? What was wrong?" he asked in concern.

I frowned, remembering our conversation from last night. All I could think about all night was what Lucas went through and how horrible it would have been. Plus, I had all these questions floating around in my mind that I wanted him to answer about what happened, but I couldn't even ask because I knew he didn't want me to. He just wanted me to forget about it, but I cared about him so much so it was difficult to forget about something as big as this. "Nothing you wanna talk about," I said dismissively, but gave a smile so he didn't think I was annoyed or something. He looked away from me and nodded without saying a word. I really wasn't good with this whole relationship thing. I barely knew how to communicate with him when we weren't together, and now that we were I felt like I was skating on thin ice around him, not wanting to say something stupid that would mess things up. "Lay with me for a bit?" I asked hopefully. I was still half asleep and he was looking so cute sitting there in a dark grey, long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves pulled down over his hands. He looked so warm and inviting.

I wanted to hold him. I've never wanted anything so much before. "What? We, uh, we gotta go soon. You've gotta get ready," he said nervously. "Five minutes?" I whined like a child. He looked at me and sighed. "Fine. Five minutes," he agreed begrudgingly, but I could see his lips twitch into a smile. He set the coffees down on the floor and I pushed my blanket back. A hint of pink rose on his cheeks as he shuffled under the covers with me.

It was cute how he suddenly got all shy with me when he never really had before. It was strange how confident I got too. I had him now and no longer had to nervously tip-toe around my feelings for him. I draped my arm across his waist, relaxing it after I pulled him just that little bit closer. He felt so good lying next to me. He was warm and smelt nice after obviously just showering. I felt so calm now.

I could probably fall asleep like this. "I'm not crossing a boundary, am I?" I asked. "No, no. You're fine," he said, placing his hand on my arm and lightly trailing his fingers along it. He seemed so tense though. Maybe it was the nerves. I didn't want him to feel like that around me. My nose brushed against his cheek before my lips pressed against his soft skin. I felt him smiling. I pulled back a little, seeing his smile fade away. "You okay?" I asked, relaxing my head on the pillow again. "Hm?" he hummed. "Are you alright?" I asked again. "Yeah," he said positively but I saw a flash of sadness in his eyes, "Yeah..." I frowned and sat up a little, propping myself up on my elbow and looking at him. "It's been a weird few days, huh?" I questioned. "Yeah.

I just want things to get back to normal," he said with a shrug and half-hearted smile. "Does normal include me?" I asked. I was suddenly so aware of my insecurities. Yeah, I thought we were together, but he was acting distant. Maybe he changed his mind. Maybe the past couple of days were just too much and he wanted to opt out to be by himself.

Maybe he had turned off of me completely.

These were all the things that had been worrying me as I tried to go to sleep last night too. Before he got a chance to reply, the door opened. My heart leapt into my throat, thinking I had just been caught in bed with Lucas, which I had, but thankfully it was just Eddie. In that moment I wanted to kill him.