Heartbeats
Chapter 5 What now?
Kicks POV
When I woke up, it was like a dream, Gunther was still holding me and the sun for the first time in a while looked so beautiful. I looked at the clock on the wall and it read 6:47, I sat up and stood, "Kick". I looked towards him and saw that he was smiling, I used the bathroom and walked back towards the bed but Gunther was gone. I began to panic, where was he? I suddenly felt alone and slightly scared, he wouldn't just leave me would he? I was saddened and I don't even know why, I mean, it's not like I expected him to be holding me forever, but the sad thing was, I kind of did and I was hoping he would never let me go. Why did I feel this way? Ugh, this is exactly why I don't deal with my feelings unless absolutely necessary.
I took a deep breath and walked toward my bed when I felt someone's arms wrap around me and I knew immediately who it was. Gunther's scent filled my nose and I felt his warm strong arms around me I almost melted, "Good morning Kick." He waved a can of Cheetah Chug in front of my face, I took the can and opened it. Mmmm, nothing like Cheetah Chug, he finally let me go and went to the bathroom. Again, I felt a little colder but shrugged it off, I got in the bed and pulled down my shirt before getting under the covers and that's when I realized I wasn't wearing any clothes. Correction, I was wearing a hospital gown thingy with the straps in the back but without it I would only be in my underwear. How long was I like this?! Does that mean that Gunther saw…? I blushed, suddenly embarrassed and even though we've seen each other naked before (multiple times might I add) it felt different now, and I really don't know why. Gunther came out of the bathroom and I covered myself up with cover on the bed, "Kick, do want me to get you some more covers?" I said no and he turned on the TV.
Gunther sat down in the seat by my bed and started flipping through the channels. 20 minutes later, I decided to get dressed and got out of the bed, after getting dressed, I brought the other chair from the side of the room and sat near Gunther. Because of the seats being so close together, his right and my left armrest became one like in the movie theatres, so I put my arm on it and so did he, for a slight second our hands touched but he pulled away. Oh, that's all I could come up with, what's wrong with my hand? Why can't he just hold it? Keep it together Buttowski, I shook my head and cleared up those thoughts, what do I care? I care a lot apparently, enough to want him to hold my hand and as if reading my mind, he put my hand in his, squeezing lightly.
I felt all warm and fuzzy, leave it to Gunther to make me feel like this. How do I feel? I feel, warm and loved, I shivered from the pleasure, this feeling was like adrenaline but softer, if adrenaline was concrete and spikes, then this feeling was like a giant teddy bear, just like Gunther and I wanted more. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of a giant stuffed Gunther, being all cuddly and soft. This feeling, I wanted more and more, have I found my new addiction? I looked at Gunther, he was so cute- I mean he was adorable-uh damn it, why are those the only words to pop in my head when describing him? He was sexy- that's no better is it? I must have been staring when he called my name. I looked into his light brown eyes, then I looked at his lips and I leaned in closer, so close that our foreheads were touching. I hesitated, what if he doesn't want to kiss me? Would this be something that I'll regret? Do I want this? Should I stop or keep going? Again reading my mind, he smashed our lips together. I'm no pro at kissing but this kiss lasted a few minutes, and after it I was breathless. What the hell am I doing and why do I like it?