~ What If We could Rewrite the Stars ✨

Chapter 21

Nate's POV

I hated how easily my tears could start flowing. Men aren't supposed to be like this. The incident with Albert reappeared infront of my eyes and I can't even remember when and how my tears started streaming ceaselessly, again.

I was in daze when I heard his concerned voice. Must be illusion, he was supposed to be sleeping with a beauty in hotel room now. My frozen brain still decided to turn my body around. Cool. I was now even hallucinating him. Wow, my imagination was rich! He looked so real, or was he really real?

I was in utter disbelief when I realized that it was indeed Dylan, the real Dylan.

What was he doing here? Why was he on my bed? Why did he spoon me?

A fear grasped me. Just a few moments ago he was sleeping with a call girl in a hotel room, and now he was sleeping with me. Could it be.. was he trying to take advantage of me too? I shivered at my own lame thoughts. How could I possibly think of Dylan like that after everything he had done for me?!!

He is a healthy male with needs. It's only natural for him to take care of that. What he has done wasn't something immoral, the girl was offering it in exchange of money. It wasn't like he forced himself on her.

Dylan lowered his eyelashes. I can't read his face. Was he hurt? Why would he be? My brain is over-imaginative these days.

"Nate." He momentarily looked up at me before looking down again. "Why? Why are you crying? Are you hurt? You even didn't have dinner."

I wanted to slap myself. This is the Dylan that I have always known- the kind, caring and empathetic Dylan. But still I doubted him moments ago. I know his actions of sneaking in were questionable, but his intention wasn't. The Dylan Evans I know would never ever take advantage of anybody, let alone a sleeping person.

I felt humiliated at my own previous thoughts. "I-- Stomach ache." My dumb brain produced the lamest excuse ever.

This time he looked up at me for a few seconds and then, as if thinking of something, walked out of my room.

I sat there like a fool.

I was about to lay back down when Dylan returned, now changed into sleepwear and with a glass bottle in his hand.

He approached me slowly, closing the door behind.

Gulp..

He was now on my bed again pushing me down on my back. Thump thump. He pulled my t-shirt up exposing my tummy. He straddled me....

I was feeling vulnerable and exposed infront of him. I don't know what was going on in his mind. But I was practically wearing just my shorts and t-shirt, which was now covering just my chest.

He opened the bottle and poured something on his hands. Rubbing his palm together he pressed them gently on my tummy. A shiver ran through my spine. Indecent thoughts were saying me "hello" in my mind.

"This oil helps in reducing stomach ache. Stay still." Dylan declared.

Nate!! He is trying to help you!! Stop your pervy thoughts asap!!!!!

I can't think straight. He was sitting on my- you know what and massaging me with utmost attention. His touches were starting a burning hellfire inside me. My thing twitched.

He looked straight in my eyes. Oh no! Did he feel that?

"Are you feeling better now?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm making me want to disappear from this timeline at that very instant...

"I am fine" I spoke in a hurry. A low chuckle escaped his throat.

"Why are you blushing?"

I took a square pillow and squished it on my face.

He was having the laugh of his life. But the more he laughed, the more I felt embarrassed.

Damn! He was even pulling at my pillow now.

"Noooo" I protested while throwing kicks in the air.

"Stop moving." he giggled.

"Stop pulling my pillow. I am embarrassed." I managed to say somehow fighting my burning cheeks.

After another fit of laughter, he climbed down from me.

"It's okay Nate. That was a natural reaction. I didn't mind." Saying this, he pulled my crumbled up t-shirt down to its original state.

I peeked from beneath the cushion only to find him disappearing behind my washroom door.

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Dylan's POV

-"Nate."

-"Mn.."

- " I need your help. Err.. don't worry, no girl this time. Just hear me out, okay?"

- "Mn.."

-" I am Insomniac. I can't sleep at night. Initially medicines used to help. Now even they have stopped working."

Nate was wide-eyed now. Previous trace of sleepiness disappeared completely from them.

- " Last night.. Last night I slept peacefully after a long time. That's why I visited my consulting psychologist today. He said maybe because I slept with someone, which is ofcourse you, I could fall asleep. He suggested me to try sleeping with others as an experiment. The girl- I just wanted to sleep with her- innocent sleeping, you know.. but it didn't help at all. I got uncomfortable instead. That's why I returned home at such an odd hour. Don't think poorly of me, I really don't go on sleeping around. "

I don't even know how I am explaining myself to him. I never ever try to explain my actions.

- " So, you can't sleep tonight again?"

- " I can't. "

- " Would you like to perform another experiment?"

- "What?"

- " Try sleeping with me again. Just to be sure. Incase you can't fall asleep you would know sleeping with others doesn't help. Then your doctor can try a different treatment. Atleast you dont have to force yourself to do things you don't like."

- "..." This was exactly what I wanted him to help with.

***

I have found my cure to sleepless nights. It was my Nate Williamson. Last night we decided to sleep together again. So here we were, in my room. And guess what? It worked. I slept soundly for 5 hours.

Nate was still asleep while wrapping his limbs across me like an octopus. This little guy looked even more harmless and peaceful while asleep.

It suddenly felt like not a bad idea to be able to wake up next to this serene face every morning...

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