Page 21 of The Plan

“I wouldneverput my hands on you, Vidia.” His words are soft and sincere, but his eyes have a fire in them, like he’s angry he even has to make that clear to me. “I promise,” he adds, just above a whisper, as he cups my face with one hand, and I melt into his touch.

“You got that?” I nod softly. As slowly as ever, probably so I won’t flinch again like a weirdo, he leans in and taps the softest kiss on my forehead.

He doesn’t say anything else, and I’m grateful for it. We watch the first two episodes with Sire asking me questions the entire time; after the third one, I start ignoring him because I hate spoiling. He stopped asking a while ago now. Somewhere along the two hours we've been here, he put his arm around me, so now I’m leaning my head against him, but his breathing sounds different. More evened out.

I look up at him, and he’s sleeping. He looks so tired I don’t want to wake him, but I feel weird if I stay while he’s sleeping.

With how close we are, I just lightly shrug my shoulders in an effort to wake him, “Sire… Sire, I’m going to leave, okay?”

He blinks slowly but closes his eyes again. “Please don’t leave.” He sounds like he hasn’t slept in days. I lightly shake him again. He opens his eyes a bit more this time, but he still looks half asleep. “Can you just lay with me for a while?” He’s definitely sleep-talking. He goes to lie on his side, taking a pillow with him.

I watch him get comfortable, then he taps the pillow and opens his arms to me. Is he for real? “Sire, just get some rest. I’ll see you later, okay?”

He tugs on my shirt a bit. I mean… this couch is super comfortable. I let him pull me down and wrap his arm around me. We’re facing each other, and he moves to fix us so my head is lying on his chest instead of the pillow, and he’s on his back. His body heat is radiating off him, and he’s actually warm despite being shirtless.

I rest one of my arms on his chest, and I feel his heart rate pick up a bit. I look up at him, and he has a slight smile. God, he’s so pretty, even when he’s sleeping. It hurts my heart a bit. I lay my head back on him and decide to just stop fighting sleep and close my eyes. Only for a little while, I tell myself, as I let my tiredness cloud me.

It is super hot here,and I can barely breathe. I slowly open my eyes but can’t see much since Sire’s entire body is over me. I move him a bit, but he’s twice my size, maybe more, so I’m struggling. Plus, I don’t want to wake him just yet.

He must’ve finally felt me because he turns us on our sides, letting me out from under him. I notice someone threw a blanket over us, and I fix it so it’s covering him a bit more. I reach my arm over him to get my phone and then lay back on his chest.

I look at the time, and it’s almost five. Hmm, it does not feel like we slept for almost three hours. That doesn’t seem like a lot, but it’s enough for me. I look up at Sire. He’s snoring, and I can’t help but smile at him.

I scroll through my phone and check my missed messages.

Birthgiver:

Hey, did your “not boyfriend” love the gift??

She also thinks he’s my boyfriend after I told her he isn’t countless times, thanks to Hazel.

I let her know that he did and thank her before opening the messages Hazel spammed me with.

Hazelnut:

Hey, we just got done eating, do you and Sire want to meet us at the arcade?

You’re taking long to reply and we’re about to leave.

I check the time between the messages, and it’d been five minutes.

Omgg if you don’t reply I’m going to assume ya are fucking

Out of all things, this is her assumption?

ITS BEEN 30 MIN I FUCKING KNEW IT

I softly laugh at her dramatic text but choose to reply to her later. I sit up, lean my back on the couch, and look down at Sire.

He looks so peaceful. From this angle, I can see his lashes are so long. Why do boys always have such nice lashes? I reach over to move his hair out of his face. It’s dry now and fluffed up a bit.

The sunlight from the balcony is shining on him, and I notice his hair is pitch black. So dark you would assume he dyed it.

I go completely still when he moves to itch his nose. It has a bit of a curve to it, like it’s been broken once or twice, and I can see his faint scar from where his stitches were. I honestly thought it’d look worse than that, but I guess my suture techniques are better than I thought.

My eyes travel back down and end up on his lips. They’re perfectly full, but the top one is a bit smaller. I’m not sure how I’m just realizing, but he has two beauty marks on the right side of his top lip. They’re side by side, and one is just a bit bigger than the other.

I give him one last sweep; I really can’t get over how pretty he is.

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