Awkward Hugs

Awkward Hugs

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Romance
We're just friends, that's all. We're just close, that's it. I used to think what we had was normal, a lot of people have a guy best friend right? Yup, best friend. That's what we were until he kissed me and suddenly all the cuddles and chocolate he gave me made sense. He never thought of it like I did. The only problem is I'm not sure if I share his... passion. Prologue A few hours later I awoke unaware of my surroundings. There was a blanket loosely draped over my shoulder that had a strong scent of men's body spray. I pulled it closer to soak in the fragrance, however, when I tugged on the cloth it took more effort than a two-pound blanket should. A soft breath was heard behind me and hot air rested on my neck, at the same time an arm that I didn't previously notice flexed and pulled me closer by the waist. I squirmed out of his embrace in shock and fell over as I stumbled off the soft mattress, my knees giving out. I hit the carpeted flooring with a muffled thud, soon after a creak that didn't come from me filled my ears and I spun around with wide eyes to see Reece's calm, concerned face, now awake and sitting up. He climbed out of bed and held a calloused hand out to me which I took hesitantly, and allowed him to pull me up off the floor...
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

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