Cupid
1097 Words
RYAN
When I woke up, the room was dark, TV off. Rob and Lucy were gone. Amy was still laying on top of me, her fist balled up in my shirt. She nuzzled against my chest as I shifted, groaning in complaint at my movement. I hesitated, a little concerned about Amy’s legendary wake-up-wrath, then sighed. I carefully wrapped her arms around my neck and slipped my arm underneath her legs, scooping her up gently against my chest. She made a soft noise of protest for a moment as I let the blanket fall, leaving her chilled. I walked quietly up the stairs. The whole house was silent and dark. Everyone must have gone to sleep. It was probably too late to bring Amy back to her house. I bit my lip looking down at her. She’d have to sleep here.
A little panicked at the thought, I peered through the window at Amy’s house, hoping to see Lucy’s light on at least, but no such luck. I sighed grimly and adjusted my hold on her slightly before climbing the stairs to my room. Robert’s room was quiet. He wasn’t up. Or Lucy, if she was still here.
My clock shone in the darkness next to my bed- 2:10am. Christ. Amy needed to be up in like 4 hours or she’d freak. I lay her down on my bed, then reached into my back pocket to grab my phone and set an alarm. I looked down at her in the glow from my phone. She looked so peaceful. So perfect. Her lips were slightly parted as she breathed. The thought of leaning down to kiss her struck me. But no. I wanted my first kiss with Amy to be conscious and consenting, if not outright enthusiastic.
I sighed, raking my hand through my hair. Should I sleep on the floor? I shone my phone light around the room, noticing there wasn’t really enough space. The bed was a queen size- I could probably lie next to her without bothering her. I just had to keep my hands to myself. I took a few deep breaths, then slid out of my clothes so I was just in my boxers. I crossed my arms over my bare chest and looked down at her again. God this was so stupid. I slid my arms under her again and shifted her around so her head lay on one of my pillows. I tugged my blanket up over her, then walked around to the other side and climbed in too. I lay stiffly next to her, her soft lavender scent washing over me as my face settled next to her hair. I wanted to bury my face in her neck and breathe her in, but I knew I couldn’t. God, what was I doing? Why hadn’t Robert and Lucy woken us up? I scowled. I bet I knew why. Trying to play cupid. I was probably playing right into their hands. But what else could I do? We had a guest room, but Amy always had nightmares. Waking up alone in a strange room wouldn’t be any good. I glanced over at her outline in the moonlight. I could see the soft lines of her face and her shape underneath the blanket. I finally started to drift off around 2:45am. Then Amy gasped and sat upright sharply. I held my breath, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. God I did not want to explain how I’d decided this was the best option. I tried to keep my breathing even. I felt Amy climb out of the bed and felt disappointment wash over me. She was doing something, though. I could hear her shifting around. She didn’t storm out of the room or throw up in disgust. No- she was messing around with her clothes. I opened one of my eyes to peek at her just in time to see her pull her bra out from under her shirt. Paralyzed, I watched as she slid out of her leggings too, pulling her feet out carefully. Her butt really was perfect. Christ. Every inch of her was perfect. She started to turn back around and I quickly closed my eye again.
“Ryan?” she whispered. I didn’t answer, just focusing on breathing properly. She sighed, then climbed back into the bed with me. I could feel her leaning over me in the darkness. One of her hands suddenly cupped my cheek. I suppressed a shiver, my breath catching in my throat. She drew her thumb across my lower lip. She leaned down, her breath on my face, on my lips. I was frozen, unable to move. Maybe this was sleep paralysis. Maybe this was a dream. She hovered over my mouth for a moment, then planted a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek. She wrapped my arm around her, then settled her face against my shoulder, pressing into the side of my neck, and lay an arm across my bare chest. She stroked her palm slowly across my pecs. God I was going to die. I needed to breathe. I let out a shaky exhale as she nuzzled against me. She lifted her leg and hooked it over my side, tucking it in between my legs. Her leg was so smooth and soft. God, god, god, I chanted in my head. Please don’t let this be a dream. She kissed my neck softly three times, each kiss longer than the last. I had trouble stopping the moan desperate to get out of my lips, but somehow held it in, instead making a soft grunt that I hoped could be mistaken for a sound someone might make as they lay sleeping. She nibbled at my earlobe softly, sucking on it between her teeth. Was she f*****g with me? Did she know I was awake? I stayed as still as I possibly could until she let go. “God, Ryan,” she whispered in the dark. Her voice was heavy with something I couldn’t identify. Want? Maybe that was hopeful thinking. She kissed my neck one more time, then finally seemed to drift off to sleep. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that she would figure out I was awake if I moved a muscle. Somehow, though I don’t quite know how exactly, I managed to fall asleep myself.
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