Are You For Reel? (A Short Story)

Saraleo

I woke up with someone laying on my arms. It was Win. I can't believe it. He slept in my room.

His face so cute; thick eyebrows, cute cheeks, soft skin. I don't think I can control myself. I just want to kiss him.

I placed my hand on his arms to move him closer to me, and as I moved him, he tilted and placed his hand on my chest. It was like we were cuddling.

I looked at his face and it was so peaceful. His cute pink lips slightly moving, his closed eyes still blinking, and his hand pinching my chest as he silently dream.

I remembered last night when he shouted my name, I asked him what happened. I haven't even finished my question and he was asleep again. I just looked at his face like what I'm doing right now. I don't think I'd ever get tired of this.

His hand moved to my waist and he embraced me tightly. He even put his knee above mine. I was like his pillow for the day, and I have no complaints at all. I took the opportunity, he was already hugging me, and so I hugged him back. We hugged for a while, and he kept moving until we were face to face.

I can kiss him. I can. Should I? Will I? No, that's taking advantage. But I already took advantage by hugging him. But that's different. This is kissing. But I want to. I need to. It won't even be a kiss, I'll just damp my lips to his. Or not. I think tha-

He moved and his lips touched mine. We kissed. I don't know what to do. Should I wake him up? Should I close my eyes? Is he actually awake and kissed me? Should I back off? I don't know.

Then he moved away from me...still asleep.

Whew.

I pretended to sleep. I closed my eyes. And just waited for hours.

He woke up after 3 hours and woke me up. I pretended to wake up and acted normally but he noticed.

"What's wrong?"

"What? Why? What's up? What do you mean wrong? Nothing's wrong. Hahahaha!"

"You're weird. Whatever you say. Can I borrow a towel?"

"Sure! Here you go."

"Thanks."

He cleaned himself up and after about an hour he was ready to go. He thanked me for an awesome night and said we should do it again. He loved the food and drinks, and most importantly, the music.

I agreed and brought him downstairs to look for a cab. When we got one, I remembered that he shouted my name when he was sleeping.

"Hey, Win."

"Yeah?"

"Last night, you shouted my name while you were sleeping. What happened?"

He smiled and said, "That was the ad lib."

And he entered the cab and left.