Chapter Thirteen #2
I clicked on Once Upon a Time and found my favorite episode. “That was not the title.” I gave him a small chuckle and set the laptop between us, twisting to lie on my side facing him.
Was this weird? Having Wyatt in my bed next to me while we watched a show?
It wasn’t too cozy, was it? It wasn’t too intimate?
Wyatt seemed as chill as could be, his eyes already focused on Killian Jones giving his crew orders, his breathing steady and relaxed, not a care in the world that he was in bed with me.
“It was. There were others, too.” Wyatt sighed, his gaze drifting over to me. “I could list them off for you.” He raised his hand, one finger pointing as if he were ready to tick them off one by one.
“Please.” I pushed his hand back down. “Don’t. Just…” I pulled my hand away and shoved it back under my pillow. “Watch the show.”
We watched in silence for a few moments, Wyatt never once moving except for the soft rise and fall of his chest, all the while me still relatively freaking out that a man was lying next to me in my bed.
I was far from a virgin, but the two men I had been with never shared a bed with me after.
This was a new feeling, having a warm body next to me, even above the covers, just simply being.
And that warm body was one of the most promiscuous men I had ever met.
How many hotel beds had he left in the middle of the night?
How many people did he cozy up to after sleeping with them?
Did he lie with them like he was lying with me—or was this completely new for him, too?
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him, but I bit it down. Keeping my random thoughts that once again I shouldn’t be having to myself. Inside thoughts only…
This was nothing. Just two people, watching a show together.
The show where the two characters kiss at the end…
Dear Lord, what was I thinking of picking this episode?
“Who’s that?” Wyatt asked, his finger jabbing towards the computer screen.
“Mary Margaret and David,” I answered. “Snow White and Prince Charming.”
“And who’s that?” he asked as Regina came onto the screen.
“Regina,” I said. “She’s the Evil Queen.”
“And—”
“Emma, and Hook.” I interrupted him.
“Who are they?”
“Emma is just Emma, and Hook is…” I trailed off, even I was confusing myself, “Hook.”
“Charming and Hook. You totally named your horses after this show.”
“Yes. Now shhh. They have to find the map.”
“Why?”
I laughed softly, shifting on my bed. “So, they can get off Neverland.”
“Wait.” He plopped his hand down. “They’re in Neverland? What are they doing in Neverland?”
“Trying to find Emma’s son.”
“Why?”
“Because Peter Pan kidnapped him.”
“So, Peter Pan is the bad guy? Wait…” He hesitated as the scene changed to the past. “Who’s that?”
“Wyatt,” I dropped my head, lifting my chin to the ceiling. “Just please watch the show.”
“It’s a little confusing.”
“This is season three. How about when we get back, we can watch it from the beginning, okay?” I mumbled, feeling the vibration of my phone coming from somewhere on the bed.
Sitting up, I reached for it, finding it faster than I thought.
Mom flashed across the screen. I pursed my lips, inhaled deeply, and ignored the call, setting the phone face down on the nightstand.
I shifted back into the bed. Pulling the covers up to my chin, I looked at the man lying beside me, his focus now one hundred percent on me.
“You could answer that you know,” he said. “It’s your mom.”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t really have the brain power for that right now.”
“But you have the brain power to follow this show?” He raised his brow and turned back to the screen.
I followed the show, no problem. This was my go-to episode. I didn’t need any brain power for it. Talking to my mom, on the other hand…
I swallowed. “I don’t need to think about this. I’ve seen it a million times. No brain power needed. Now shhh.” I raised my finger to my lips. “This is the best episode.”
Wyatt followed my cue and returned to the episode, not asking another question the entire time.
Hook saved David, they talked to Henry, and Emma kissed Hook—all the amazing things from the episode still hit the same in my chest like the first time I saw it.
A smile grew on my face, watching Emma kiss the man who had just helped save her father, knowing he was falling in love with her right then and there.
I snuck a quick glance at Wyatt, not quite knowing what to expect from him, only to see him fast asleep next to me.
His head tilted towards me, his dirty blond hair ruffled from the pillow, his lashes long, and as they kissed his cheeks, hiding his gorgeous blue eyes.
He had a light scruff to his face, the right amount in my opinion, and his lips—lightly parted, perfectly pink.
My eyes wandered to his chest, rising and falling just as softly with each breath he took with his fingers splayed out on his stomach.
One knee was bent up, the other stretched out, comfort personified. He looked…
Beautiful.
Pinching my lips together, I sat up softly, closing the laptop and placing it on my nightstand.
I flicked off the light and returned to face him.
He didn’t stir as I moved; he just…rested.
Not wanting to wake him, I gave him a soft smile he would never see, and I drifted off—sleeping like the dead next to Wyatt Hartwell.