Isabella
“Micah,” I heard him say. I stood there for a few more seconds, staring at him as I thought of his question. I didn’t have an answer to it, cause I didn’t know if I liked him in the way he was asking. I’ve lived with Micah as a neighbors for a few years now and I think I had or have a crush on him, I mean the man was fine and so nice. But when Tristan asked if I liked him that way, I thought maybe I did. I feel really good when he’s with me, I feel good about myself around him, and I like being with him. Maybe I did like him.
I was brought out of my thoughts, by the little noise Tristan made as he stirred in his sleep. I sighed and walked up to him, staring at those crease lines on his forehead.
“What are you thinking about?” I whispered and rubbed my pinky fingers around it gently, and he stirred a little which made me quickly withdraw from touching him.
“Maybe I do like Micah,” I said even though I knew he was sleeping and didn’t hear me. I walked closer to his bed and pulled his duvet from him, then used it to cover his body.
“Sleep tight,” I said and pulled it over his chest, making sure he was probably. I turned around to leave when I noticed my bracelet was stuck between the treads of the duvet.
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” I tried to break free, but it kind of made the whole thing worse.
I had to bend a little closer to him, as I used my other hand to try to loosen the thread, but it didn’t work.
Was it me or was the universe playing a game with me? I didn’t want to be on his bed, and I didn’t want to sit on it, but the more I touched the thread with my other hand trying to lose it from a distance, the more it worsened.
“Great universe,” I whispered and immediately sat on the bed, right beside where he lay. I pulled my face closer to look at the situation I had going on and started to try to set the thread loose.
“Damn it,” I said noticing I had made it all tangled and it was all tied up now. I could use my nails or my teeth to lose it, or maybe I could just pull it with force and just cut the thread off. But I knew if I did that, there was the probability that the duvet start to lose from that end leading to its destruction.
I sigh trying not to think so much about him just suddenly waking up and finding me close to him.
“Don’t jinx yourself bells,” I said and brought my face closer to my bracelet which was just so close to his face, as I used my teeth to undo the tied thread.
I could feel myself making progress, and I could tell I was done with the last knot to lose when I heard breathing on the side of my cheeks.
“Tell me I’m imagining things right now,” I thought in my head, struggling to choose between turning around to look or just ignoring it and waiting for him to miraculously turn his head in the other direction.
“Muffin,” he called in his sleepy tone, and God did it sound so good. The relaxed tone, the way my body jingled as I heard his deep voice, it was like I wanted him to keep calling me that name even though I hated it. Cause what the heck does muffin mean? Am I just some food for him? But the way it rolled out of his tongue right now, made me want to hear him say it again.
“Hi,” I turned around and said when my hair fell all over his face, covering his face, but I could tell we were barely an inch apart.
“I’m so sorry,” I said in pure distress, as I took it quickly away from his eyes and forehead, while some strands were still on his face, but we stayed there for a brief second just staring at each other when I stare at the strands left on his lips.
“You got a hair on your mouth,” I said nervously. I looked at him, and back at his lips a bit hesitant to take them off. I brought my hand to his mouth slowly and carefully staring at him still nervous as I pulled them away, causing my thumb to brush on his lips.
IT WAS SOFT, that was how it felt. I felt my body react to that touch, knowing how soft it felt I couldn’t help but linger on the thought of how it might taste.
“Thank you,” He said as his hand brushed my forehead, pushing my hair behind my ears on one side, while the other side still covered my eyes a bit.
I didn’t respond to him, I rubbed my thumb against another finger trying to still feel what I felt as I touched his lips, hoping the jingles I felt would linger more. But none of it happened.
“Hey, “he said and moved the other side of my hair behind my ears. We gazed at each other, without saying a word and I looked at him wondering why he had such an effect on me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I heard him say, he looked taken aback by his words too, as his eyes widened when he heard what he had said. It was like he was thinking of it but didn’t know when he said it.
I smiled, I looked at him and I smiled. I didn’t know why, maybe I was insane but I smiled at him.
“Thank you, Tristan,” I told him and started to pull away when I realized that I still hadn’t completely undone the knot.
“Damn it,” I cursed under my breath and used my fingers to finally loosing the thread.
“Finally,” I breathed out in relief and stood on my feet to leave the room.
“I’ll leave you to rest,” I said and started at my bracelet in joy.
“Where are you going?” He sat upright and looked at me confused.
“What do you mean?” I asked back at him.
“I’m letting you sleep,” I explained like it wasn’t already obvious.
“But you already woke me up and now I can’t just go back to sleep,” He said and gave me a sad look.
“What exactly are you trying to say, Tristan?” I folded my hands waiting for his response.
“All I’m saying, is that you stay here until I go back to sleep,” He said and I raised my brows at him.
“You’re crazy,” I stated and turned around to leave when he jumped off the bed and rushed toward me.
“But it’s better than having me follow you around all day, “he stated dead serious standing in front of me.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I glared at him
“Oh yes I would,” he stood firm on his words.
“You’re not a child Tristan, so stop this,” I yelled but he didn’t get kissed by my tone.
“I know that,”
“So don’t drag this longer than necessary, and listen to me,” He said in a deep voice. He sounded so serious, and I felt shivers done my spine as I felt like I was compelled by his voice at that moment.
“What do you want from me?” I said in a tired tone, and I could see the smirk and satisfaction that was now evident on his face as I said those words.
“Stay with me till I sleep off,” He said and moved forward to me, while I took a step backward staring at him.
“Please muffin,” he added, and I raised my hands in defense.
“No!” I told him and started to walk to the door.
“But you woke me up with your hair and even let some get into my mouth. Don’t you feel apologetic about it at all? You didn’t even apologize,”
“What if I had mistakenly ingested it and something bad might happen to me,” He went on making up insane things and using it to guilt trip me.
He was using my move against me and I knew he wasn’t going to let the whole thing be unless I agreed to his bid. Tristan can be persuasive sometimes.
“Okay fine,” I half yelled at him, tired of hearing him speak and immediately he stopped rambling those crazy things, and my nerves calmed down.
“So it’s a yes?” His face lit up, as he asked that question.
“Fine I’ll stay here,” I tell him, and he smiled looking excited.
“Oh God, what exactly have I gotten myself into,” I thought and looked at him, not as excited as he was looking but rather hoping this whole thing doesn’t end up in one of those moments. That moment where time seems to stop and it feels like it’s just the two of us in the room.
I didn’t want any of that I was trying to do everything in my power to avoid him and not think of him, but all have that effort has been non ineffective. And I cannot seem to get him away from me or get away from him either. It has been either he finds a way in my space, or just like that I’m found in his space.
“Oh God,” I sighed and released a deep breath…