HOLD ME CLOSER (BL/BXB)

Twenty Eight

I fell defeat on the arm of a friend whom I got malicious gossip with. It couldn't help that my heart was beating so harshly that at some point, it would break loose from my ribcage.

"Why do you keep on sighing?" He asked as he squeezed me more to get closer to him.

"I am trying to think how can I possibly get out of here."

"There's no way aside from sleeping. I'll wake you up by 7:30. I promise."

"No need. I gotta go get some stuff from the house and brought it to Sasha's where I am currently staying."

"Stay here. Our place is yours."

"I can not leech off of you. Remember the post?"

"No. I don't care. Use my house, my money, even me. Use me. I won't get mad." His voice was hoarse.

"How long have you been here?" I asked.

"About two hours ago." I looked at the ceiling to calculate the time. It was around three forty-five in the morning, and he was her two hours prior, so he just waited for an hour to get me to sleep so he could sneak in the guest's room without me noticing.

"The hell? Why do you come here when your bed is bigger than this. Much more comfortable."

"I am comfortable here."

"Liar. I have tested both beds, and yours is way softer. I even wondered how we fit in here." I giggled.

"You're here. That's why. After those few days of you avoiding me, I couldn't sleep and now that you're here again, I felt something that there wasn't there before."

"Stop sweet-talking. If I fall. . ." I stopped. I miscalculated my moves. My mouth was spurting nonsense. I wouldn't fall in love. I wouldn't fall for the best friend who helped me through all of these things.

"If you fall what?" He asked curiously that he even popped one of his eyes open just to look at me.

"No. Nothing just fall back to sleep." I told him and tried to stop myself from spilling something that would ruin not just the mood but everything after this.

"Okay." He squeezed me again as if I was some squishy pillow he had in his bedroom. He took up most of the space of the bed. I, on the other hand, was near the edge, and soon enough, if I made one wrong move, I would surely fall.

"Sleep now. Or else I make you." He told me in such a demanding tone, a threatening one and authoritative. As if all of my moves were controlled by him. However, I was trying to protest, but he held me tighter that I could not move that I felt defeat. My head fell onto the pillow, and I could feel my heart beating incredibly fast. Not sure, if this was because of the adrenaline making my heart pounded so fast that blood rushed through my veins, or because of our current position that got us into trouble with someone putting us a ridiculous story on the University freedom wall.

After a few minutes of overthinking, losing my will to move so that I could make money, the dreaded rest, and the coveted sleep, my eyes fell into slumber.

Three hours later, I woke up. My head was buried onto the gap of his pecs, and I immediately deattached my forehead from his moment of realization and blushing way too hard. Aside from that, our current position was what girls coveted the entire time. My arms were wrapped around his back under his arms while he was tightly hugging me, too.

But instead of my initial reaction after finding out that our bodies were pressed against each other, I just tilted my head up and admired the features of his face. With my eyes, I traced how sharp his jaw was and how pointed his nose was. His eyebrows were a chef's kiss. His lips were plump that I even had it in my dreams, meant for speaking but deserved a wonderful kiss.

I gulped. I wondered what it's like to kiss Scott. Damn. No. Not today. Not after the post. I could not act like what the post was. For some reason, I would just become a predator or something. Was I turning into what they all told me who I was?

"Love what you see? You've been staring on my face for too long." He told me that made me jolt in surprise.

"I . . . Ugh." I stuttered. "We need to get up." I quickly lifted my arm up after he did the same to rub his eyes with the back of his hand.

This time, he did not utter a response but just a groan after he readjusted his position, and now he was facing the ceiling. I stood up. I brushed the dust out of my body as if I could barely see them.

"What time is it?" He asked. I quickly went to the table next to the bed where I placed my phone. I looked at the time, and it was already seven forty-five in the morning.

"You can shower and borrow clothes in my closet. I'll head out first."

"Okay." I replied. Once he was out, I quickly cleaned up the bed, tidied it up, and put it back to how it was before I used it. Once done, I got out and to his bedroom, I went.

He was already showering. The water rushing was heard echoing from it. I quickly made my way in front of his closet. The smell of his perfume welcomed me after opening it. I savored it for a moment because it was not that strong but kind of soothing and smell of freshness.

There were hangers of hangers of his clothes. I found a few formal attire and realized I had never seen him wore one. Maybe, if there were formal events at the Unuversity such as career fairs, I would be able to see him wore one. I looked under those clothes that were in hangers. There, I found his sweaters and his daily comfortable shirts.

I jolted in surprise when a hand sneaked beside me to reach for the drawer and opened it. His other hand held my back for support as he leaned forward his soaked chiseled body. His arm was drenched in water visible enough for me to see his veins.

"Can't find anything?" He asked after picking one of his boxers inside that drawer.

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