Hey guys here´s the next chapter... right now we just have to clean our room before we can go home and spend the weekend with my family and sleep as long as I want :) I´m so tired right now :)
hope you like it :p
Chapter 14: Dream
Maria´s POV:
I got up from the bed carefully not to wake Kasper. He looked actually really adorable when he was sleeping. Not the same way as HE would. This whole year, I´d promised myself, to only call my ex-boyfriend, HIM or HE. I walked into the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror. My short blonde hair was sticking in every direction. I tried to get it under control but gave up and took a shower. It was comforting as the hot water hit my body. I heard the door creak open then and then I heard cloths hit the floor. Two seconds later I saw my boyfriend standing in front of me wearing nothing. He smiled at me and moved closer. I smiled back but didn´t really feel like that right now. So I pushed him away. He looked at me confused. "What?" he asked, slightly irritated. "Not now," I told him and pushed him gently away again he closed up to me again. "Fine," he mumbled and got out of the bath and left me alone in the bathroom. I sighed and turned off the water – it wasn´t at all comfortable – and dried my hair in a towel before I stepped out on the cold bathroom tiles. I walked over to the mirror again. My hair was sitting slightly better but now my face was a mess. As I had put on some fresh cloths, I walked into the kitchen to find it empty. I looked at the clock and found it weird that he had already left for work so early. The thought was always in the back of my head, that he had left so that he could think this through. He usually did so, though he was back not long after apologizing. I kept in mind that he would probably come back again like he used to do. I had the day off today and as I had spent the first three hours on the couch; I was bored and worried for Kasper. I heard the sound of the doorbell ringing. I got up and walked to the doors. I wasn´t expecting anyone, was I?
I opened the door and felt like I was dreaming. Was it really Dougie who was standing there on my doormat? I couldn´t believe it. "Dougie?" I whispered wanting to hear his voice to confirm my dream. "Maria, I´m so sorry that I left," he told me and his beautiful face was showing sadness. I kept quiet. "I know I shouldn´t have blamed you, and I´m really, really sorry. Can we please, try again?" he asked and I felt shock. I didn´t know how I was going to tell him about Kasper and I didn´t know what to do. Only the sight of Dougie´s face and the sound of Dougie´s voice, was enough to bring out the old feelings that I had for him. I was still in love with him. Of course, I had feelings for Kasper too, but they were nowhere near the love that I felt for Dougie. The reasons why I chose to even start a relationship with Kasper, was that he was sweet and caring and as a bonus he was exactly what my parents wanted me to go out with. Kasper was a doctor and had been working at the hospital for 2 years now. I was thinking of applying for a job at the hospital. It had been Kasper´s idea; he´d told me that he thought I should use the education that I´d spent so many years working hard for.
Dougie looked at me with a hopeful expression. I sighed and tried to smile at him. "Do you want to come in?" I asked trying to change the subject just a little while. He walked past me as I opened the door wider. He looked around amazed as I led him to the living room. "So?" he asked bringing up his question. "Well, there is something that you should know," I said and sighed looked around. I scanned the room panicky praying that there wouldn´t be lying some of Kasper´s cloths visibly on the floor. "I have a boyfriend," I whispered feeling really bad for saying this. Dougie slowly rose from the couch with the words: "I´m sorry."
I started to panic as I saw him leaving the room, heading for the front door. I took a deep breath, got up and ran after him. I wasn´t thinking clear, as I ran into his arms and pressed my lips against his. He slightly tried to push me away at first but then he suddenly started kissing me back. He pushed me gently up against the wall and deepened the kiss. I felt his hand move up under my shirt and then his soft hands against my bare skin. I enjoyed the feeling of our lips moving as synchronized with each other too much to really notice that his hands were cold. The kiss was broken for the second that it took me to get his t-shirt over his head and as I threw it on the floor, his lips crushed into mine again. He lifted me up into his arms and I wrapped my legs around his hips and he carried me through the house. "Where," he started and pulled away to say the one word before he had his lips on mine again, "is," another short break, "the," another break, "bed," a break more, "room."
I guided the way as he carried me down the hall and into the bedroom where he threw me – gently – onto the bed. He was on top of me, then, his hands busy trying to unbutton my shirt. I moaned as I felt his lips against the bare skin on my stomach. His lips moved slowly from my neck and down to my belly-button. I pulled away then and pushed him down on the bed so I was on top and leaned down to his face so that I was just inches away from his delicate lips. He closed his eyes as I pressed my lips against his eyelids. He loved when I did that. I felt very triumphant as a moan escaped his lips. He crushed his lips against mine and pushed me down so that he was on top again.