Chapter 7 Chapter Seven

Sleep in his bed? Like with him? There is no way, he can possibly mean with him. Right?

"It's really okay. I don't mind sleeping on the couch." I say awkwardly rubbing my arm. I don't know what to do, I've never even been in his room, or any guys room. I mean besides Christian but that doesn't count, he's my best friend.

I glance around real quick. The room is surprisingly pretty clean and organized. There are a lot of sports posters of people I have never even heard of and his football stuff is thrown on a chair in the corner of the room. It is much than my brother's room. In Evans room you are lucky if you can see the floor.

"Here you go." Keaton says, smiling as he hands me what looks like one of his T-shirts. "You can wear that to sleep in."

Wear one of his T-shirts? To sleep? In his bed? With him? What in the literal hell is even going on? How did I go from a party that I didn't even want to be at to spending the night with my childhood crush? Christian is going to die when he finds out.

I take the shirt and glance around. "Umm, thank you. Is there a bathroom or something I can change in?" I ask.

Keaton laughs. "There's a bathroom down the hall, but you can just change in here. Don't worry I won't look." He says smirking, then he turns around facing the opposite direction.

I shouldn't be doing this, but my hands move on their own. I take my shirt off and slide his T-shirt over my head. It hits about mid thigh. I bite my lip nervously and bend down sliding my pants off. Why am I doing this? I asks myself repeatedly as I set my clothes to the side in a pile on the floor.

I turn around and Keaton is still facing the other way. "I'm done now." I whisper.

Keaton turns around smiling. He looks my body up and down once and I see a flicker of something in his eyes, I'm not quite sure what it is. It disappears just as quickly as it appeared. "My shirt looks good on you." He says giving me his usual playful smile.

"Thanks." I mumble awkwardly, I doubt he means that, but it's late and I'm to tired to care. Not that I will get any sleep tonight. How do you sleep next to the guy you've been in love with your whole life? I'll tell you how, you don't. My mind is already racing, there is no way I will be able to sleep.

"You ready to get some sleep?" Keaton asks, glancing at the bed.

I nod my head. "Mmhmm. Are you sure you don't want me to sleep on the couch or on the floor or something?" I ask, trying to hide the panic in my voice.

Keaton chuckles, frowning a little. "I'm starting to get offended."

"What? No. I didn't mean anything by it. " I ramble.

Keaton laughs, walking over and grabbing my shoulders with both hands. "Calm down Erin. I was kidding, but if I didn't know any better I'd think you are afraid to sleep in the same bed as me."

I shake my head, eyes wide. "No I'm not."

Keaton laughs. "Good, let's go to bed."

"Okay." I whisper.

Keaton let's go of my shoulders and I instantly miss his touch. He walks to one side of the bed and I go to the other, lifting the blankets I climb in the bed and lay down. Why isn't he getting in bed?

Before I can ask what he's doing, I get my answer. I also get heart palpitations. Keaton pulls his shirt off, his back muscles flexing with the movement. I take a deep breath trying to calm myself. I know I shouldn't be staring but I can't help it.

Just when I think I can look away Keaton takes his pants off, leaving him in just his boxers. Holy hell. He kicks his clothes to the side, and turns around. I quickly avert my eyes, acting like I wasn't just gawking at him.

Keaton climbs in bed and I can instantly feel his heat under the covers. "Goodnight Erin." Keaton says as he reaches over to shut off the lamp.

"Goodnight Keaton." I whisper.

I lay there perfectly still, not wanting to get to close to him. I can already feel him surrounding me. His heat is radiating all over my body. If I get any closer, I might just explode. I feel like I am in overdrive, one second away from having a stroke, or heart attack.

Keaton flips over on his side, his face only inches from mine and I hold my breath. What do I do now? "Are you going to sleep or just lay there staring at the ceiling?" Keaton whispers, his hot breath fanning over my face.

How did he know I was staring at the ceiling? He didn't even open his eyes. "I'm going to sleep, it just takes me a few minutes to fall asleep." I lie. Normally when I lay down, I'm pretty much out right then and there.

"Do you need me to do anything to help you sleep? Like a fan, TV or anything else?" He whispers and I turn to look at him.

"No I'm okay. I will fall asleep in a few minutes. Thank you though." I whisper.

Keaton opens his eyes for a split second and in the dim light from the curtains I can see him smile. "Okay Erin, if you still can't sleep in a little bit, just wake me up."

"Okay." I say smiling. He can be so nice when he wants to be. I wish everyone else at school was nice like that.

A few minutes later, I hear Keaton's soft snores and I smile. Even when he's snoring he is still cute. How does that happen?

At some point I guess I fell asleep. I wake up early, the bright sun pouring in through the window. I try to roll over to reach for my phone and I feel something heavy on my waist.

Oh my God, that's Keaton's arm. His arm is on my waist. He is holding me. What do I do now?