Lynne:
Despite the pillow wall that Clay had created earlier in the night, I found myself stiff as a board at the corner of the bed. Clay was sprawled out, taking up the entire enormous bed, his body smack in the middle of the pillows he had set up as a barrier.
His arm was weirdly contorted over my chest. The boy was literally starfishing. Yet his breath was heavy and steady, absolutely no signs that he could possibly be awake. This was not on purpose in the slightest.
Who sleeps like this…?
I turned my head to face Clay. There was one good thing that came out of being squashed like this… his face was so close to mine.
He looked so cute with his face buried in the pillow. His expression was relaxed, he looked so peaceful. Like he hadn't slept in a thousand years.
Yet, as soon as I thought about that, Clay began to stir. I thought for a moment he was about to wake up, but the way he squeezed his eyes and grit his teeth made me think he was having a nightmare.
I couldn't help but wonder what he was dreaming about.
I steadily reached my hand out towards him. I very gently placed the palm of my hand against his cheek. I tried to keep the weight off of him so he'd remain asleep. Clay never seems to let his guard down. At least not completely.
He must have had a hard life.
I pressed my palm against his cheek a little deeper, gently shifting my thumb along his skin. My fingers curled around his hair. That motion relaxed Clay's features and he pressed into my hand. He looked like a cat, nuzzling into a stroke.
My cheeks heated up, my eyes widening as my chest fluttered. He was so damn cute.
Something came over me. My entire body felt like it was on fire. W-What was this feeling? I never knew Clay could be even cuter. As my body continued to feel warmer and warmer, my hand almost had a life of its own as it slid down Clay's face. My thumb stopped at his luscious-looking lips.
I lightly grazed my thumb along them. They were a little chapped but still soft. I wondered what it would be like to press them against mine. What his tongue would taste like, what the inside of his mouth would feel like.
I wish I could…
That fiery feeling became almost unbearable. My heart thrashed in my chest. I almost leaned into him before I widened my eyes, snapping myself out of my trance.
What was I thinking…!?
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I tried to make my mind drift to something else for even a second. When it did, I could feel my body beginning to cool down, even just a bit.
I just have to clear my head.
Instead, I gently pressed my forehead against his. Feeling his warmth against me…
This will be more than enough for now.
I closed my eyes, unable to help a light smile from falling on my lips. My mind drifted off quickly, and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.
The night flew by. It was a dreamless but restful sleep.
However, I was startled awake by a loud shout. "YOU!!!!"
My eyes shot open. I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Clay's teeth were bared, his eyes wild and his face red. He quickly sat up. Clay was so mad his teeth looked like they had sharpened. "YOU CROSSED THE BARRIER!!!"
I sat up as well, narrowing my eyes at him. It was hard to feel intimidated by something that was so… stupid. All I managed to give him was a calm, yet dumbfounded expression.
"Ah Clay… You're the one that crossed the barrier." I pointed out.
I watched as Clay's expression morphed from rage to confusion as his gaze trailed down to his body which was directly on top of the pillow wall.
His face turned a brighter shade of red, redder than I had ever seen before. It was practically glowing. "Umm… I… How…?" Clay stuttered. The poor boy looked like he wanted to bury himself in a hole.
I let out a small snort, but as I saw Clay begin to freak out even more, I waved him off. "Don't worry about it. I didn't mind," I reassured him with a smile. Though something told me that wasn't the problem. The best I could do was to change to subject completely.
"We should start getting ready for school. We've got that Battle Theory class at 8 am." I explained, looking out the window. We were right next to a beautiful-looking cathedral with a giant clock at the top of its building. The time read 7:30 am. With no alarms in this world, we were lucky Clay has a good internal clock.
I grabbed the uniform off of the nightstand that I had placed it on last night, Clay picking his uniform up off of the floor. We both got changed into our uniforms silently, turned away from each other as if it was wrong to face one another as we got dressed. After last night I felt that both of us were too embarrassed to go through that again.
Once I buttoned up all the compartments on the jacket, I turned to see how Clay was doing. It seemed like Clay didn't even bother to try. His grey blazer was left wide open, the dark greyish purple blouse showing underneath. That undershirt wasn't done up to the last button, just enough at the top were left undone to show off the top of his chest muscles. The white belt kept the open jacket together, black pants tying the entire outfit together.
I was dressed the same, but unlike him, I made sure all the buttons on my uniform were neatly done. Everything was in order, and I was wearing it properly. Not one thing was out of place.
"Looks like we're ready to go! Let's head to school."