I shifted upon the bed to get a better view of him as he started to move, curiosity written across my face more than anything. I felt my heartbeat quicken in my chest when I watched him take off his boots, an indication that he may very well be taking up my offer instead of ignoring or denying it. I propped up my chin with a small fist as I observed him suddenly give me a suspiciously smug smile before I realized where his hands were going. Time seemed to freeze as I watched him slowly, teasingly unbutton his shirt, clearly messing and toying with me. God, he was driving me absolutely insane and I bet he was perfectly aware of it. His torso and chest were gloriously toned, every inch of skin he showed me simply stunning in every way. For the briefest of moments, I pictured myself trailing my fingers from the base od his neck all the way downwards.. Yeah, I was going insane.

I was quiet the enitre time as he let his shirt fall to the floor, eventually walking over to the empty space and filling it as he laid down. Suddenly, I was awfully aware of how close we were and how strangely intimate this all felt. Even though I had wanted him next to me, I was beginning to realize it had not entirely been for innocent reasons; I found myself strangely wanting him in more ways than one. I tried to distract myself by lying on my side and facing the other direction. Of course, my willpower to do so did not last very long. With a small, quiet huff, I shifted and faced him without a word, angling my head to look up at him. I really wanted to reach out and touch him, maybe even shift closer, but I was hesitant and almost a little scared to do so. All of the emotions I felt towards him were new.. far too new, anyways.

I was content with silently and meticulously admiring him from where I was, but that goddamned smirk that crossed his face sent a cold shiver down my spine. He had ao much control over my emotions, maybe even my mind just a tad; I knew I should never had turned around and faced him, knowing exactly what it was going to do to me. I parted my lips to come up with some kind of excuse, but all that came out was a surprised squeak when he shifted his hand and intertwined it with my own. There was simply no way this was happening right now.. right? I watched as he guided my hand across the defined muscles and skin of his chest and torso, my breathing quickening. Instinctively, I moved a little closer to him, closing the distance between us even further.

Without a single word, I mimicked what he had guided my hand into doing, gently navigating it across every bump and ridge of his chest and stomach. His skin really did feel like it was on fire, leading to me making the presumption that this was why he remained on top of the blankets. Instead of using the palm of my hand, I shifted to use my fingertips to trace every line and contour I could see in the dim lighting. My gaze eventually shifted onto his face, gauging his reaction to my touch. I wondered if he was feeling the exact same I was: infatuated, conflicted, and maybe even a tad desperate. I still wanted to be closer and to feel him against me again, but I knew it would be best if that remained as it was: a simple wish/desire that was better off remaining in my imagination.

The reactions he gave me were all good ones, indications that just maybe he was thinking the same thing I was. My fingers were gentle as they traced his skin, physically admiring every nook and cranny before my palm rested over his heart. It seemed to thrum beneath my touch, a sensation I could truly get used to if he let it. Although I really wanted something to unfold between us, I knew that going further than what we were already doing would be risky in all sorts of ways. For starters, I was sick and still struggling with the headache that was making my head burn. My eyes widened slightly when I saw his hand start to travel towards me, raised in the air as he answered such a simple, yet incredibly meaningful question.

``Go ahead,`` I whispered in response, my gaze focused on his face and the way the firelight danced across his expressions. No matter what he did or wanted to do, I would let it happen; for once, I knew it was not my drunk self thinking this, but my sober self. I wanted him, it was as simple as that, but I knew he had to feel the same way. For the first time ever since we kissed, I felt like we were heading in the right direction and that soon I would have all the answers I so desperately craved.

I watched quietly as his hand slowly started to move, my breath hitching when his warm hand came into contact with my shivering, cold skin. My body was tense at first out of instincr, but I eventually found myself melting into his touch, eyes fluttering open and closed in quiet satisfaction and pleasure. The way his hand traveled across my body was slow, yet firm, as if he was taking his time to feel every inch of me that he could. He was further fueling my need for him, my want for him to be more than just whatever we were right now. God, I even wanted to be right at his side for the rest of my life if he gave me the privilege to do so. When his hand brushed against the valley of my chest, I had to bite my lip to shove down an ungodly whimper, the sensation sending jolts of need through my body. He was driving me crazy and I bet he knew it.

``Goras..`` I whispered his name in a breathless voice as his hand gently gripped my chin, my face in clear view of his green, piercing gaze. He was breathtaking right now, his upper half in clear view while the firelight added a hue that lit up his fiery skin. I would be honored to know that this man was mine and that I would never have to worry about him leaving me ever again. His words were what truly gained my attention, my body freezing when he admitted he wanted to kiss me. I wanted to tell him that I wanted the same, that I wanted to taste and feel him on my lips again, but I was scared. For the first time ever since we suddenly became close, I shifted back a little and diverted my gaze, uncertainty overpowering everything else. There was nothing preventing him from leaving me the moment I woke up, acting as if nothing had happened or that he had no idea who I was. I wanted to believe that he meant it this time, that the emotions I had seen in his eyes were true, but how could I know for certain? My heart had already been given to him once, yet he had immediately shattered it. Truth be told, I did not know what to do.

I felt guilty when I saw the hurt flash across his face, but I had to remind myself that the distance I had created was necessary. I knew that it would make it easier for me to understand his true intentions and whether or not he was being serious this time around. I noticed how he seemed to desperately shift closer, the distance causing the cold air to eradicate the warmth he had been providing me thus far. I slowly found myself forgiving him the more he talked and pleaded, his words conveying the depths of the emotions he was feeling right here and now. The hand that I had kept placed gently on his heart shifted as I moved it to caress his cheek in a manner similar to that of what he was doing to me.

I doubted he was faking all the emotions he was showing me right now and his words seemed incredibly apologetic and sincere. It was more than enough for me to relax and shift towards him, leaning upwards so that we were face-to-face more. My eyes darted across his face before they lowered and focused on his lips- the very same ones that had made me feel so mang emotions at once. I was quiet since there was no need for words, leaning in slowly before my lips met his own in a gentle, almost loving kiss. As soon as the contact was made, I suddenly felt enevloped by everything that was him. I felt at peace and the accursed fever that was plaguing me was entirely forgotten, as if all I needed was Goras.