Just me twisting the story :)
Again, this hasn't been edited, apology for mistakes.
Again, this is short story chapter, please do not link it with each other or you will be confuse! Yeah, it linked with "She Is In My Shirt 1" obviously :)
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Finally..... I lifted the shirt that I just finished sewing up high to do my final check before I walked to the living room where my best friend Luke was waiting. I couldn't see him anywhere but when I leaned against the backrest of my couch, I found him sprawling carelessly on it. One of his legs was down on the floor and his head was on the arm rest in an awkward position that could give him a sore neck when he woke up.
Watching him dozing off this Sunday afternoon was fascinating, I knew he talked in his sleep, last time I recorded on my phone and blackmailed him few times with it till he bribed me with a day sailing on his dad's yacht in exchange of deleting the file. Not that I really wanted to embarrass him in front of his friends but seeing him squirm was kind of fun.
I grinned and walked around the couch to get a better view of him. He was too cute to be missed especially when he was dreaming like now. His eyes moved, and his lips twitched up slightly, he must have a nice dream I was sure.
He turned his head a bit and a lock of his hair fallen onto his forehead. Carefully I pushed it aside and he didn't even feel it. I couldn't believe how relax he was, he could practically fallen asleep everywhere in my apartment. Once he fell asleep on my bed when I tried to hide him from my nosy neighbour, Josephine who suddenly came over to share her gossip. I only locked him there for an hour and when she was gone, I found him curling on my side of the bed hugging my pillow. And apparently he found my stash of romance novels as some of them scattered on the floor. I didn't have the heart to wake him up and sent him home, so I let him sleep through the night. Where did I sleep? On the couch! He apologized a thousand times the next morning till I told him to shut up.
Anyway, right now he looked peaceful and so unassuming and I believed that I could doodle on his face without waking him up. The thought tempted me; I rubbed my chin weighing my next move.
I didn't know how long I watched him when suddenly his lips moved and whispered my name. I was stunned and couldn't believe what I heard. Slowly I bent over, tried to get closer to his face so I could hear him better. He mumbled something, something sounded like love.... My heart skipped a beat and it almost stopped beating when his hand extended to touch my cheek. Oh.... My face flustered, his touch sent shiver through my spines.
"Luke?" I called him softly, checking if he was really asleep or just pretending.
"Sam..." again he called out my name and his thumb rubbed my cheekbone before pulling me down and kissed me!
Oh god, I lost my mind once his lips touch mine. He moved gently, nibbling my lower lip and I couldn't help but reacted to it. My first kiss with him.... And he was asleep..... I took advantage of him, didn't I? Quickly I pulled myself away and he yelped my name again, his hand reaching up and held my wrist tightly, refused to let me go, he looked panic when I tried to move back and I had to wake him up, his grip hurting me.
His eyes were confused when he found me sprawled on top of him and he quickly let me go after hearing my protest.
"Sorry," he apologised then he told me that he was dreaming about catching a big fish that I didn't believe even for a bit. I knew what he was dreaming about, me!
I told him to try on the shirt that I made for him and he was out from his polo in a second, showing me his bare chest. The view brought my mind back a minute ago when we kissed and I held the urge to throw myself at him to claim another kiss, and another, and another.....
I was right, he looked so good in blue and I was glad that I measured everything right, the shirt clung nicely on his body, defining his broad chest perfectly. I checked the shirt one more time for any flaws and when I lifted up my gaze, I caught his brown eyes staring at me longingly.
"What is it?" I asked nervously, I thought he wanted to tell me something important, something that I desperately needed to hear right now. I could see it but he seemed to change his mind, he shook his head and thanked me for making him a shirt instead.
My heart sank, I thought I was ready to hear it. After that kiss, I suddenly wanted him to be more than a friend. I always shut him down in the past, every time he wanted to bring the subject up I always manoeuvred the conversation somewhere else but this time I really wanted him to say it but he didn't.
I excused myself to visit my bedroom to wipe few drops of tears that stubbornly wanted to come out. I felt stupid, so stupid that I missed the chance to have him in the past. Him among all the men that I have ever dated, he was the best, the perfect man I have encountered in my life and I threw away the opportunity that was right in front of my nose. And now I wanted him? I didn't deserve him.....
"Sam?" he called my name and stood right outside my bedroom as if there was an invisible wall in front of it, he must see my face when I left him in my living room earlier.
I turned around to look at him and gave him a small smile, "I am okay." I said.
"You don't look okay." He didn't believe me and strolled forward to enter my bedroom to take my hands in his. "Tell me what's wrong?"
I lowered my gaze, staring blankly at our entangled fingers then shook my head, "nothing..."
He sighed and let my hand go but tilted my chin up gently instead, "Please tell me? Did I do something wrong?"
I couldn't help but shedding more tears after seeing his face. He loved me; I knew it clearly, as bright as a day light. But why didn't he want to tell me? Had he changed his mind?
Oh god.... I bit my lips. I knew I could just tell him how I felt about him but I was too scared, too scared that I was too late. I couldn't take rejection anymore. I had enough of them, I always dated the wrong guys and they ended up ditched me and I couldn't take it if he did the same thing to me right now. I wouldn't survive if I lost the only best friend I had.
"Hey..." he wiped my tears with his thumb and again asking me if he did something wrong.
"I... you kissed me..." I finally opened my mouth, barely breathed the words that turned his face pale.
"What? When......" he trailed off, his eyes rounded as he slowly regained his memory. "No....." he whispered and my chest hurt. Did he just regret it?
"I am sorry...." He took my hands again and pulled me against his chest, "I am sorry.... I didn't mean to hurt you like this."
How could he say that he hurt me? I didn't understand him, our kiss was amazing and he touched me so gently. "I'm okay." I looked up at him and met his sad eyes. "Please tell me what you dreamt about?" I asked him and he was terrified.
"Please?" I pleaded, I really wanted to know, if he wanted to fix this mess then he had to tell me and he knew it because he let me go and sat quietly on the edge of my bed, thinking. He rested his elbows on his thighs and clasped his hands together, his face was down as if he was examining his feet.
My heart drummed faster at the view, he was on my bed and I tried my hardest not to follow him and sat next to him because I knew if I ever did that, I wouldn't be able to control myself not to do something daring than sitting still.
"I dreamt about you, about us...." He sighed heavily and run his nervous fingers to smoothen his hair. "You were my wife...."
"Oh...." I clasped my mouth, I didn't know how to react to that. He was dreaming about marrying me? How bizarre.
"I am sorry...." He blew a long sad breath and his eyes didn't leave the floor.
"Tell me more...." I whispered.
He looked up and stared at me amused, "what?"
"Tell me more about us, what did we do?"
I saw him blushed, "we... um.... We were in our bedroom, and you wore my shirt, you looked beautiful in it...." and he didn't continue, he played with his fingers and avoiding my eyes. He must feel guilty for fantasizing me.
I sat down on the floor right in front of him and touched his hands, "what did we talk about?" I encouraged him to tell more. But he shook his head, "we didn't talk much. We kissed...." He lifted his gaze again to meet mine as if begging me not to continue my interrogation, his lips slightly trembled, he must be worried about my reaction to his story.
Oh god, I wanted to hug him to calm him down, my chest ached seeing him terrified like a lost puppy. I wasn't mad, I was far away from being mad. I was happy, I was flattered, all these feeling bubbled up inside my chest and before I could stop myself I arched forward and kissed him.
He was taken aback by my attack. His lips were hard and passive and I was almost run away in embarrassment if it wasn't for his hand that cupped the back of my head and pulled me closer to him so he could deepen his kiss. A low moan rumbled in his throat and I couldn't help myself for not circling my hands around his neck. He pulled me up and placed me on his lap. He cradled me inside his solid body, his palm made his way underneath my shirt and traveled up to touch my back and my body was on fire. How a simple touch could make me shaken up like this?
We both were run out breath and reluctantly I peeled myself from him, resting my forehead on his I asked, "a kiss like that?"
"Yes. A kiss like that....." He panted. He raised his hand to remove a strand of hair that stubbornly stuck on the side of my face. "Wow..." he whispered, his eyes were clouded and his cheeks slightly blushed, he looked so vulnerable and I loved him for that. His eyes told me that he was surrendering to me, following my lead and let me decide what to do next.
I was still sat on his lap and my hands still circling his neck, my fingers tangled in his thick wavy hair. We stayed still for a while, too content to our new stage of relationship. Making the abrupt decision to kiss him seemed like the right moved now, or did it?
I pulled away, taking his face in my hands I said, "Please tell me I am not making fool of myself?"
"I love you." He simply said it and I released the air out of my lungs, relieved. I didn't realize that I held my breath waiting for his answer and now I knew where I stood. He made it clear that I was the one that he wanted. He run his finger gently along my jaw and caught a tear that escaped my left eye with his thumb, "I love you Sam, since the first time I saw you in that charity ball."
My heart skipped a beat hearing his confession that mirrored mine. I had no idea that we tiptoed around each other for this long, "and I love you too, so much...." I caressed his cheek.
"That what you told me in my dream." He chuckled softly.
I laughed, "Did you just tell me you saw me before the parking lot incident?"
"Of course. I had eye on you since you walked in. I wanted to talk to you but you were too busy organizing the event as if you run away every time I came closer."
"I was actually avoiding you. I was scared."
"Scared of what?" he frowned.
"Scared that I would fallen for you, but I guess it was too late."
"You're silly...." He sighed and again he pulled me closer to claim my lips one more time.
"Did you follow me to the parking lot?" I asked once he let me go.
"Yes."
"Oh...."
"And I was so happy that I finally got the chance to talk to you. You even drove me home."
"I drove you home because I wanted to spend more time with you." I admitted and this time I saw his jaw dropped.
"Really?"
"Really." I grinned.
"We were both silly..."
"We were."
This time I stole a kiss, "tell me about the shirt that I wore in you dream, was it this shirt?" I pulled his collar lightly as he nodded, "yes this shirt. I think you will look good in blue too."
"Well, why don't we find out? But first you have to take it off......."
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