PHOENIX

Chapter Fifty Six: Three Words

Warning: Kinda Sexual content (but not actual sex, sorry spoiler)

Yanking Dream inside my room, he kicks the door behind us shut. We break apart to breathe, only to reconnect quickly. We become a mess of kisses and traveling hands, neither of us restraining ourselves. I feel the wall hit my back, then Dream pressed against my front.

As I pull at Dream's hoodie, I feel something inside the front pocket. At first I try to ignore it, but the poking got in the way of this perfect moment.

"What's in your pocket that's poking me?" I pull away for a moment, catching my breath and taking the item out. A folded up note appears in my hands. Suddenly, I remember. Phil's gift to Dream. I quickly unfold it, scanning the paper.

"Nix seems to be genuinely happy around you, and I'm glad you brought that happiness out of her. Thank you for that. But if you ever fucking hurt her again, I will personally make sure you die in hell," I read.

Dream watches me expectedly with an entertained smile.

I burst out laughing, finding the situation too hilarious not to. Dream takes advantage of my distractedness to shower my neck with kisses.

"I need to thank Phil later for making you laugh like that," Dream says between kisses.

"I'm sure you- oh," I moan, then bite my lip to try and stop myself, but it was too late.

Dream quickly flashes an impish grin, then goes back to the same spot, paying special attention to it.

"You, really like my neck, huh," I barely manage out, trying to keep a hold of myself.

"I think you really like what I do to your neck," Dream replies, his hand traveling up and down my side.

"Stop being so smug about it," I breathe out. Even breaths. Just keep breathing.

Dream nips at the spot, causing me to release a small cry, sounding somewhere between a moan and a whimper. Damn that felt good.

"You alright?" Dream stops, pulling away to look me in the eyes.

My breath caught. God I could bawl right now. His concern about whether I was doing alright in a moment like this made me love him even more.

"I love you".

Those enchanting words escape my mouth before I can stop them. Not that I would. I was ready to say it, I had been thinking about it long enough. Those words were a big step, and I was ready to jump.

Dream stares at me, frozen in place, the moonlight casting beautiful shadows across his cheeks. Those cheeks covered in small scars and freckles, creating patterns like constellations in the night sky. His eyes similar to pieces of jade, shining in the light. Shallow breaths break from his mouth, and blood pounded in my body.

Everything about this moment was perfect.

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"I love you".

Those words sent my brain into overdrive, and a thousand thoughts swarmed in my head like a beehive. She loves me. Fuck, she loves me. How could she love me after all I've done? This was new. Sure I've been in relationships before, but never an "I love you," What do I say back? How do I put it into words? When she says it, it sounds like the most beautiful thing in the world, but when I think about saying it, it doesn't feel like enough.

"God, you're perfect," I say breathlessly. "I love you".

She gives a breathy laugh, and I lean down, kissing her softly. I make sure to be delicate, feeling like if I rush anything it would break. Her hand trails from my shoulder, and down my chest, leaving me shuddering from the touch.