A/N: CHRISTMAS SPECIAL EVERYONE!!!! PLEASE VOTE. omygosh you guys are gonna actually freaking die. lk;DSAKGH'LDALKDSJLKDJFskjdflgksj'dfllkz;dkd'shfdlkglsdjgfa'lkfjdg'klgj
Dedication to swxrly, cuz i liked her comment last chapter. :P
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE:
Three Day Break
“Sometimes want makes touch too much.
I hold my hands over your body
Like someone come in from the cold
Who takes off his clothes
And holds out his hands to the stove.”
~Barton Sutter
Day 1 *November 6, 2013 - California - 10:39pm*
The room was dim, would have been completely black if not for the light seeping from the crack under the bathroom door; it was just enough for my adjusted eyes to see his face. William looked so calm, so soft in sleep, his face completely relaxed, free from all of the stresses his life loaded on him. But that wasn’t what had me so frozen, unable to move with the fear and anxiety that weighed in every limb.
For the past few weeks, ever since he’d that first night, every morning when I woke, he’d give a quick kiss to my lips, innocent and chaste. I’d been near frightened the first few times, but I’d gotten used to the small endearment. Maybe that was why.
Because this morning? He hadn’t.
He’d probably just forgotten, in the hustle and bustle of packing up; it was easy to do, but. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it, the question rolling in my mind all day. Wondering until something in me started to switch, started to move, and my entire body began to ache.
I guess it really started the moment the he had turned out the light, intensifying when, for the first time in several weeks, his eyelids at half mast, he had removed his shirt. But when he fully fell asleep, the want became nearly unbearable. I felt pulled to him, unable to take my eyes from his chest. And I couldn’t stop thinking about that night almost three weeks before. The first night he’d kissed me. I had slept by his side so many times, all the time in fact, but tonight something was different, and it had changed so quickly, as if a something had been flipped.
My gaze flickered up to the slight shadow of hair on the line of his jaw and moisture poured into my mouth, my lips filling with the same tingly tremble that held both hands. In the back of my mind, I must have known what all this meant, but I was too on edge, too focused on him to admit it, thinking that I must be sick. I opened my mouth, my voice husky and unclear.
“Will,” my throat felt swollen; the word was without sound, but his name still felt different on my tongue, the word only increasing the nearly electric feelings centered in my mouth and hands, the sparks beginning to spread as I tried again, “Will.”
He stirred, turning to me with a mumbling ‘hmmmn?’ of question. I couldn’t articulate a response, settling on a pleading tone instead.
“William.”
At this he opened his eyes, immediately sitting up when he saw my apparent distress, his eyebrows crinkling in concern. I knew then how much I wanted to kiss him, but the sudden knowledge left me fearful and conflicted, unable to meet his gaze.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” he hesitated, then reached up to my cheek, his fingers gentle, ignited something deep inside, a fire that I could not ignore, “Did you have another of the nightmares?”
