✨ A fake relationship that just might become the real thing. ✨
Amora has always been battling with her own demons, but she never expected her life to change when she bumped into a tall, mysterious football player in the campus library. New to colle...
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Chapter 20: You're Awake
Amora
Waking up to Viktor asleep with his head on my stomach was not what I expected. But I was alive. It was hard to believe, but I was really here in this dim hospital room.
It must be nighttime now. How long had I been out? And how long had Viktor been lying by my side? He smelled... horrible, which was unusual for him. Had he not been taking showers? I'd have to yell at him later for that. Maybe I'd even mock him a little.
A smile crept onto my lips as I brushed my fingers through his hair softly, watching him sleep. I loved doing this. My heart ached as I remembered our last fight, clear as day—at the café.
He was angry, and I knew he didn't mean the words he said, but they triggered me. I should have known better than to let the demons get to me. Since I've been awake, I haven't heard them, but that doesn't mean they're not lurking somewhere deep in my mind, ready to emerge the moment I doubt myself again. The moment I give up on myself once more... I have to do better this time—for him. My Viktor. And for myself.
Maybe it's time to seek help again, or perhaps I should focus on opening up more to Viktor than I have been. I need to share my thoughts, even the darkest ones, word by word, no matter how difficult it feels. It's time.
He opened his eyes softly murmuring, "I love you...I love you, Amora. Don't stop." Was he having a sex dream with me? And did he just moan "I love you" twice!? This is nothing like what I would ever expect waking up to. I just smirked. What a dumbass he was. I was so going to mock him for this as well. Or maybe not. I'm too flustered already and he's making me nervous.
"Amora?" His eyes were completely open now, and he looked shocked as I kept my eyes on him and my hand in his hair, massaging it as he leaned into the touch. "Am I dreaming?"
I smiled, "No, sex dreamer, you're not." Okay, so I couldn't help myself, what could I say? "Sex-what did I say in my sleep?"
"Oh, many things-" I mocked with an evil smile.
"Fuck...I missed you," he murmured as he moved towards me and captured my lips with his, his breath stinking a bit but I didn't care.
I gripped his hair and pulled him deeper into my mouth as our tongues danced together. I was weak, and Viktor knew that, so he slowed down a little, pulling back. But I pulled him back, moaning against his lips, "Please don't stop, I missed you-"
"You've been out, baby. How could you-"
"Because you weren't there when I was out... it was dark, and I couldn't see you." I cried a bit, trying to kiss him again, but he pushed back, grabbing my hand and kissing it instead. "I don't stink, do I?"
