Bunking With Boys

Chapter 34: Makeout Sessions and Mother's Intuition

Avery's POV

Fuck. I was fucking kissing Dawson.

So apparently I decided to distract people from not only my emotional trauma but their own emotional trauma by making out with them. Good to know.

Dawson didn't really move at first. I'm hoping it was merely cause he was stunned that I finally did something about...all this. Did something about us. But there was always the possibility that he totally did not wanna be kissing me right now, which, if I'm being totally honest, would kinda crush me.

But thankfully that was ruled out real quick when he ends up moving his lips against mine and slides his hand to the back of my neck and through my hair.

Holy fuck.

I'd kissed a lot of people in my day, and no one and not any one of those kisses compared to this. Not even close.

I think I could feel my heart speed up, almost to the point I thought it would just burst through my chest or put me into cardiac arrest. But like, that was in the best way possible.

My entire body felt warm and I tried to hide the fact that I was kinda fucking freaking out by running my hands underneath Dawson's shirt, which now that I'm thinking about it, might've just made it worse for the both of us cause his hands pulled on my hair a little harder when I did that.

I never really thought about kissing Dawson that much, I liked him a lot but for some reason, that was never the thing on my mind when I thought about him. But now that I was kissing him, I don't think I would ever stop thinking about it. There's just absolutely no way.

He moves his hands from my hair down to my waist and pulls me closer to him, almost to the point I was straddling him. But we still were on a roof and if this got out of hand we could still fall to our death. But I'd die happy and with my last moments being sucking face with Dawson and that's all that mattered.

When we pull apart for a small second to get our breathing settled once more, he takes that opportunity to spit out a question.

And with the mix of his panting and me being totally dazed and slightly out of it right now, I wasn't sure I heard him right.

"Can you say...that again?" I ask opening my eyes and seeing how close we actually were and letting the situation sink in a bit.

He smiles at me and cups my face a bit with one hand. "Will you go out with me?" And his smile didn't fall the entire time.

I didn't respond right away. Just let a huge ass smile take over my face and then nodded.

Dawson just closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. "Fuck yeah." He said almost laughing.
***
"You guys ever sleep in your own damn beds anymore or no?"

"You ever gonna learn to knock or no?" Dawson asks Callum back as I just groan and hide my face deeper into my pillow.

I couldn't see Callum exactly but I could hear his mocking him and could just picture perfectly the way he scrunches his nose and squinted his eyes in anger with a neck vein popping out a bit more than usual.

A mesmerizing sight, really.

As soon as I open my eyes they lock on the door frame where I see little tufts of hair poking out from all directions.

"Really? All of you?" I ask to no one in particular almost astounded.

And slowly but surely, one by one, they all come walking in with their heads down and guilty looks on their faces.

"You guys are so fucking nosy," Dawson tells them snickering while running his hand through his hair and yawning afterward.

And all I'm gonna say is hot. Very hot.