Amia
If this was a dream I never wanted to leave. Warmth surrounded me and a sweet scent wafted around me. I had never once thought a scent could make me feel a certain way, but I felt held and I felt safe. The one thing I wasn’t used to feeling. I shouldn’t feel so safe, so protected, so cared for and yet I did.
If this was a dream… I’d stay here for as long as I could.
Even as I thought it I could feel my other senses kicking it. Even though I didn’t have my wolf yet, I felt and scented the area. There wasn’t any sun filtering through the window, no warmth from it, no smell of the trees from the woods by my house.
My head was so heavy and I found it heavy to move. It was as if I was blanketed by warmth and laziness. I had this feeling that if I wanted to stay in bed all day, I could. My lips were pressed against something solid, something hard, and something wet. My bottom lip was dipped in a puddle.
I mentally cringed and resigned myself to the fact that I really needed to get up. I had to get out before school started. The knowledge that I wasn’t home clashed with the automatic need to get out before Greg woke up.
Where the fuck was I?
My fingers twitched and began to roam as they explored the hard floor beneath me. The floor had always been cold and never comforting. Things I couldn’t names, scents I couldn’t place filled my nostrils. It soothed and put me on edge all at the same time. Something sweet, something old, and something dangerous.
I couldn’t stop my tongue from darting out and tasting. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the moan from falling from my lips. Sweet. The taste on the tip of my tongue was sweet, so sweet it sent a surge of electricity straight down between my legs. As much as I wanted to stay stuck in limbo, curiosity and the need to make sure I wasn’t drugged made it impossible. I needed to see what was causing this reaction within me. I was intrigued and there was no way I was going to keep my eyes shut any longer. I cursed myself as soon as I opened my eyes.
Dammit.
How the hell did I end up here?
The flame that lit my curiosity was put out as a bucket of reality washed over me. Funny how my senses kicked in before my memory could. As I opened my eyes, everything slammed into me all at once. Dylan. Meeting my father. The talk with Levi last night. We’d gone to bed side by side like we had as kids. It was supposed to be harmless, sweet even, so how did we end up like this?
My lips were pressed against Levi’s hard muscular chest and drool dripped from my chin. I wanted to scream, or die of embarrassment. I hadn’t decided yet. I had gone to bed with my best guy friend and woke up on top of him. But wait, it didn’t stop there. My face heated as I realized that I had just licked my best friend. It didn’t stop there, but damn it, I wouldn’t let myself think about that right now. I basically assaulted my friend before he even woke up. I tried to shake my actions.
What was going on with me?
Funny how my senses kicked in before my memory could. Damn my need to stay in bed longer. I should have woken up earlier. Everything slammed into me now that I was up. I tore my eyes from his chiseled chest and tried to find a way out. At least that’s what I told myself as I took in his broad shoulders, chin, and lips. As I stared at his face, I couldn’t recall him looking as soft as he did right now. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again.
Levi looked like a God.
Even as I lay on top of him, I still had to crane my neck to look at his face. His eyes closed, gave him this innocent look that I knew was far from the truth. I giggled as I looked at his natural minx lashes that girls would kill for as they fanned his cheeks. He looked like one of those marble statues that had been carved using hand tools long long ago. His lush silver hair was sprawled out behind him and my fingers twitched. As if in a trance, I reached for him, but my hand froze in midair when I realized what I was about to do. I lowered my hand and scoffed at my ridiculous actions.
I’ve lost it. I’ve truly lost it.
I am not going to touch his hair.
It should be a sin being this beautiful.
I need to get out of this spider’s web. My chin dipped as I looked down to where our bodies intertwined. I needed to figure out how to get out, get away from the tangle that is our bodies. I tried to figure out which limbs belonged to him and which were mine. I don’t know how we managed to do all of this without waking. He wasn’t getting out from under me and I couldn’t just crawl off. His strong hands were slung around me, one on my back and the other on my ass. When I say on my ass, I mean literally on it, gripping a chunk of it with his open palm. I don’t know how I mustered it, but I didn’t go into full on panic mode. Maybe it’s because I knew that Levi would never hurt me. I didn’t want to think further into that. No, I’d leave that packaged, tightly wrapped. My legs were between his from the thigh to the knee. Below my knees, I had somehow managed to link my calves around his.
How did this happen?
It doesn’t matter.
What matters is getting free before he wakes up.