The school trip was going great, until the hotel messed up our rooms. Every bed was taken, except for one. And you had to share it with him, your crush Nash
“There’s only one bed”
You had pointed out awkwardly.
He shrugged.
“We’re mature enough, right?”
Sure. If mature meant lying stiff as a board, hyper-aware of his warmth next to you. Eventually, exhaustion won, and you fell asleep.
And you dreamed. About him.
you were kissing, giggling, hands roaming like a couple in a rom-com. It felt so real..his lips, his touch, the way he whispered your name.
The next Morning you woke up stretching, still dazed.
“Wow, what an amazing dream…”
You mumbled. Then, stupidly you talked with yourself about your dream, unaware who is next to you
“Nash and I were making out, like a couple in Lovers’ Lane…”
A chuckle.
Your blood ran cold. You turned. He was awake, smirking.
And there were marks on his neck.
Your stomach dropped.
“Did you have that before?”
“Nope.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?!”
you questioned
“I thought you were awake.”
he says with a grin on his face