Chapter 7: Lap Nap ( Seth Millers POV )
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I didn’t usually bother showing up to class early. It was a waste of energy, its better to stroll in right as the bell rang, avoid all the pointless small talk.
But for some reason, I found myself walking in five minutes ahead.
And there she was. Olivia Cassidy.
My girlfriend.
Still felt weird thinking that. Not in a bad way, just… strange. I’d gone seventeen years without caring about much beyond grades and naps, and now this girl with too-bright eyes and a nervous habit of chewing her lip had somehow slipped into my schedule.
She looked up from her notebook, her face instantly lighting up like the sun had walked into the room.
“Morning,” she said softly.
I dropped into the chair beside her, resting my chin on my hand. “Morning.”
Her smile widened, and just like that, the room didn’t feel so dull anymore.
By lunch, I was tired. Not from work, I’d breezed through the test in record time but from all the staring. Everyone still hadn’t shut up about us.
“Is he really dating her?”
“She’s the one who kissed him first, right?”
“They look… good together, though.”
The whispers rolled off me like usual. I wasn’t built to care about other people’s opinions. But Olivia… she fidgeted, glanced down at her food too often. She still wasn’t used to it.
So, without thinking too hard, I draped an arm over her shoulder while I chewed my sandwich.
The cafeteria gasped. Olivia went stiff.
“You’re doing that thing again,” I muttered.
“What thing?” she squeaked.
“Overthinking.”
Her cheeks burned. “…Easy for you to say.”
I shrugged. “Relax. It’s fine.”
And then, because I liked watching her expression short-circuit, I bent down and brushed my lips against her cheek. Just a quick kiss, but enough to make her squeal quietly into her hands.
Worth it.
After school, we ended up in the library. I only followed her because she tugged at my sleeve and whispered, “Come study with me.”
Studying wasn’t on my agenda. Napping was.
She spread her notes out neatly, scribbling equations, muttering under her breath. I leaned back in my chair, watching her. The way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The way her brow furrowed when she solved a tough problem.
Cute.
Too cute.
“You’re staring,” she whispered without looking up.
“Maybe.”
Her pen paused. “…Why?”
I smirked. “Because you’re fun to watch.”
Her ears turned red. She smacked my arm with her notebook. “Seth!”
I laughed softly, leaning back again. Honestly, I was too tired to tease her further.
So I stretched, yawned, and let my head tilt sideways until it found her lap.
This position is dangerous because anytime I could slip and fall over this chair.
But it was worth it.
She froze. “Wha—Seth!”
“Mm.” Comfortable. Way better than a desk.
“You can’t just—”
“Too late,” I muttered, eyes already shutting. “Your lap’s soft.”
Her breath caught. She whispered something about people staring, but her hand trembled as it hovered over my hair.
I cracked one eye open. “Go ahead.”
“Huh?”
“Pat my head. You want to.”
She bit her lip, clearly torn. Then, slowly, she gave in. Her fingers brushed through my hair, gentle, hesitant at first, then firmer.
My chest warmed. Yeah, this… this was nice.
Better than any nap I’d had in years.
I must’ve drifted, because when I blinked awake, the library was quieter and Olivia was still there, scribbling notes with one hand while the other absentmindedly stroked my hair.
“You’re obsessed,” I murmured.
She jumped. “Seth! You were supposed to be asleep.”
“I was.” I smirked. “it's your fault for making it comfortable.”
Her face was crimson. “You can’t just nap on me whenever you feel like it.”
“Sure I can.” I sat up slowly, stretching. “You’re my girlfriend.”
Her jaw dropped. “T-That doesn’t mean I’m your pillow!”
“Does now.”
And before she could argue, I leaned forward, brushing my lips against hers.
She gasped softly, her hand tightening around my sleeve, but then melted into the kiss, her lips parting under mine. I deepened it, tongue brushing hers, savoring the sweet taste of her surprise.
When I finally pulled back, she was breathless, dazed.
“See?” I said casually. “Perfect pillow.”
She buried her face in her hands, groaning. “You’re impossible.”
“Mm,” I hummed, leaning back with a satisfied grin. “And you’re mine.”
Walking home later, she kept glancing at me, cheeks still red.
“What?” I asked.
“You… you’re really not embarrassed?”
I shook my head. “Too much effort.”
“But… everyone saw. Even in the library…”
“So?” I caught her hand in mine, squeezing lightly. “Let them see. You kissed me first, remember? You started this.”
She looked away, smiling shyly, but I saw it.
And I realized, with a strange kind of certainty, that naps on Olivia Cassidy’s lap might just be the only kind of rest I’d ever want again.
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