Hold on || dreamnotfound

chapter thirty four

dream's point of view
tw: fluff :)

My eyes fluttered open.

I confusedly blinked a few times to get used to the sudden light that was surrounding me.

The next thing I noticed was George's smiling face. One of his hands was buried inside of my hair, the other one lied on the side of my body, gently caressing my skin.

"Hey, you," he mumbled and started playing with some strands of my hair.

I loved waking up in his arms, even before I knew he liked me back.

He had always been a special person in my life.

"Hey," I replied, my voice hoarse from waking up.

George's body stiffened. I immediately heard alarming bells ring in my head. The chilling atmosphere was gone within one blink of an eye.

"What?" I breathlessly asked. My heart beat faster, sending adrenaline through my veins.

"Nothing, it's just..."

"Just what?" I asked, still worried what had happened.

"I- your morning voice, it's- whatever." He nervously fiddled with a strand of my hair, avoiding to look into my eyes.

I instantly relaxed, nothing bad was going on. The same time, his words finally reached my still sleepy mind, causing a prickling feeling to spread from my head to my toes.

Suddenly filled with self-confidence, I tried to catch his gaze with my own, smirking cockily.

"Aww, you like my morning voice, Georgie?" I hummed, slowly pushing myself up, so that our faces were on one level.

A slight touch of pink rose onto George's cheeks, so I assumed I had hit the nail on the head.

"No answer?" I pulled my lower lip to the front and pretended to be sad. The same time, my hand found its way to George's neck, provocatively slow starting to caress the soft skin.

I felt George shivering under my touch, weirdly proud I could make him feel this way.

"You really want me to say it, huh?" George whispered playfully, while he, too, started to increase the physical touch.

I caught myself relaxing into his touch, quickly trying to suppress the crave to lay back down and doze in the arms of the boy I loved.

"Indeed, I do," I said instead, shifting my weight so that George was sitting in my lap.

I could tell he tried to hide the surprise this simple movement brought him and I realised how infrequent I had let my friends  get close to me during the last weeks.

Suddenly, I knew I couldn't just do this now.

We couldn't kiss and make out when there were still unspoken words between us.
Yeah, he made me happy, but that didn't mean my thoughts were gone.

They would come back, of that I was sure. They would crawl out of the dark hole they came from as soon as I had a moment for myself. As soon as I allowed myself to think again, they would appear.