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Instead of my face landing in water, it lands in sand. I look up, hoping to see Nathan in front of me, hoping that he’s here to save me once again, but instead, I’m met with a demon-like figure that resembles Tony. Its neck twisting and contorting, his red eyes bugging out of his head.
“Gotcha!” He says before he lunges at my face.
“NOO!” I wake with a scream, panting uncontrollably while I take in my surroundings.
“Callie, are you okay?” Nathan is right beside me, face filled with concern, his arms tightly wrapped around me. I bury my face in his chest, catching my breath after that horrifying nightmare.
I twist my hand into Nathan’s shirt, needing something to hold, to ground myself. The gruesome images of the demonic version of Tony and Bub litter through my mind again, making me grimace against Nathan’s chest.
“It was horrible,” I finally say. “I was so scared.”
My heart is still beating out of my chest, and I’m suddenly aware of the sweat dripping down my back. I sit up, needing to stretch my limbs, swiping the loose hairs from my sweaty forehead. He follows my movements, sitting up next to me, and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Was it about them?” He asks, not needing to say their names. I nod in confirmation.
“They were chasing me again, but they looked like monsters,” I sniff back the tears threatening my eyes.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He pulls me into his chest, not caring about my clammy skin, my heart melting from his term of endearment. “I know how real nightmares can feel.”
I nuzzle my face into his neck, wanting to be close enough that my bad dream becomes a distant memory. This is what I needed. I needed him.
My heart eventually finds its normal rhythm again, or as normal as it can be when I’m this close to Nathan. We stayed cuddled together like that for a long time, him holding me, my face buried in his neck. Eventually, I feel the need to pull away, overheating in the flannel I had put on earlier.
“I need a different shirt,” I tell him, pulling at the fabric, and trying to cool off my skin.
“Here.” He pulls the shirt off of his body and hands it to me, “I’m not used to sleeping in a shirt anyway.”
Thoroughly distracted, and hot all over for different reasons, I take the shirt from him. Getting an eye full of his bare chest, I’m frozen in place. His broad shoulders and chest make me weak just looking at them. His stomach is firm, obvious that it’s all muscle, but not overly defined like he starves himself. A sprinkling of hair across his chest trails down his stomach to below his navel, disappearing under the sheets. I groan inwardly, dying to see all of him. He’s magnificent, perfect even.
“Thank you,” I squeak out, turning my back to him, not bothering to get out of bed, but very aware of him right behind me.
I unbutton the flannel, shrugging it off my shoulders. Nathan pulls it the rest of the way off my arms from behind me so I don’t have to, his fingers skimming across my skin. My stomach clenches with desire, feeling butterflies all the way to my core. The trail that his fingers left on my skin is going to be etched into my memory forever.
Being topless and exposed when he is so close is liberating, but terrifying at the same time. I desperately wish that he would make the first move. Grab me, touch me, kiss me, anything.
I clutch his t-shirt to my chest, hesitating to put it on, knowing that he’s not going to do what I want him to unless I say something. He’s the king of consent and I’m dying because of it.
I quickly put his shirt on, not brave enough to voice my desires. Before I have the chance, he’s pulling my hair from the collar of the shirt, away from my sweaty neck. He smooths it down my spine, making me shiver. Turning back towards him, I can see how affected he is by all of this too. His eyes are hooded with lust, his jaw clenched like he’s having trouble keeping words from coming out of his mouth. It’s a standoff, neither of us making the first move.
The only light coming in is from the window, casting moonlight across the room. It somehow makes all of this feel like a dream like there is no possible way that I’m here right now. I reach out and touch Nathan’s hand, his eyes focusing on where they’re connected.
“Just making sure you’re real,” I joke.
He closes his hand around mine, holding it, “Were you worried I wasn’t?”
Yes. I answer to myself, but instead say out loud, “I told you, I think you’re too good to be true.” I smile, trying to ease the sexual tension I’m consumed with.
Whether he wants to take it to the next level or not, I’m truly happy being here with him. Regardless of all the other bad shit, meeting Nathan has been incredible. Being with him has been a fairytale.
He smiles at me, “I know you’re too good to be true.”
We both sit there, face to face, smiling at each other like nothing else in the world matters. Suddenly, feeling shy, I duck my face. These feelings are so overwhelming, but so good at the same time. He tips my chin back up and cups my cheek, making me look him in the face again. He leans in slightly and my breath hitches.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispers, slowly drawing closer to me.
“Never,” I respond, barely taking a breath before his lips melt into mine.
His mouth is slow but intense against mine, giving me exactly what I need. My lips part slightly and he slips his tongue in my mouth, lightly caressing mine. I push back, needing to explore him too. Kissing him feels so right, it takes my breath away. I run my tongue along his bottom lip before tugging it between my teeth and biting down gently, wanting more.
