I Hear You (Death Prediction Project #1)

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That night and late into the next morning I spent sleeping, catching up on what I’d missed the previous night. Porter stuck by my side for most of it in case I had another dreamland induced nightmare. But I slept peacefully. At around 11:00 am the next morning, feeling well-rested and prepared for the late night ahead, I rolled over to Porter to tell him it was time to get up.

He seemed to have fallen back asleep while I rested. His pale face was right next to mine with a light dusting of black facial hair visible. One of his arms was above my head and the other was resting in front of him, he was on his side.

“Porter?” I whispered.

He didn’t move so I moved closer to the ear on the right side of his head.

“Porter,” I whispered again feeling a smile creep onto my face.

His eyes fluttered open, revealing his dark irises and pupils.

“Good morning,” I whisper.

A smile spreads across his face in reply. He leans over me causing me to lie back on the pillow and kisses me on the lips. My hands are by the sides of my head, balled up in fists resisting the urge to reach out and touch his face. He moves closer, his chest is touching mine, his right hand is resting on my stomach.

“Good morning,” he whispers close to my ear when he finally pulls back, I can feel the warmth of his breath on my ear.

He leans down and kisses my neck, I laugh and kiss his forehead.

“I love you,” he whispers resting his head on my shoulder.

I smile, running my hand through his hair. Porter’s hand moves up my side as he lifts his head. It tickles. I laugh.

Porter moves so he’s on his hands and knees leaning over me. His face nears mine again.

“I love you,” I whisper close to his ear.

He leans in and kisses me again.

A knock on the door shatters the moment scaring Porter off me and causing me to stifle a laugh. Porter gets out of bed and fishes a shirt off the floor to see what his parents want. He pulls the shirt over his head and tugs it into place at his waistline. He opens the door.

“We’re leaving at one so we can visit before going to the fireworks,” Oli states to a red-faced, slightly embarrassed Porter.

“Okay,” Porter replies rubbing the back of his neck.

I try to keep from laughing again.

Porter shuts the door and I start laughing.

“What’s so funny?” he asks looking back at me.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” I reply rolling onto my stomach so my feet hang off the side of the bed and I’m facing him.

I stand up and pick out a pair of pants, a shirt, and pick up my glasses to go into the bathroom to take a shower.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks.

“Taking a shower,” I state.

“I also need to take a shower,” he replies.

“So, wait until I’m done,” I answer. “Or…”

I pause, slightly embarrassed myself now, or worried it was too soon.

“You could come in with me,” I continue quieter adverting my eyes from his.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his face turning red again.

“If you are,” I reply quietly still adverting my eyes.

He stepped closer taking hold of my chin and guiding it back up so my eyes could meet his. I saw myself reflected in his dark eyes again. His other hand rested on my waist as if considering the parts of me that were still clothed.

He leaned in and kissed me, the excitement coming off him was magnetic and electric now despite his nervousness and embarrassment. I gripped his wrist as he leaned deeper into the kiss, eventually, we break so we can breathe and he steps back to gather some clothes to bring into the bathroom.

I watch him carefully, the way he moves. The bending of his body as if he were dancing to a song. He approaches me again once he’s gathered up his clothes.

“Okay,” he says taking a breath, I can tell he’s still nervous.

It was a good thing, because I was, too, still.

We both went into the bathroom and shut the door, we put our clothes on the sink counter. We glanced at each other as if to see who would remove clothing first. I loosened my jogging pants and he tugged at his shorts, both went into the hamper. Porter paused nervous as if he was unsure as I continued to remove my underwear, it didn’t take him long to follow suit after. The clothing went into the hamper and we turned on the shower and waited thirty seconds until we both found a comfortable temperature in between what we’d normally have the water at.

We both step in, averting our eyes from the elephant in the room, our nakedness. We start washing ourselves, I start with my hair and Porter starts with his body. Our limbs bump each other a few times in the process of reaching for soaps, shampoos, and conditioners. We smile at each other awkwardly and laugh a bit.

It breaks the ice between us. We take turns under the water to rinse ourselves and then change to washing the opposite things. We move around again to rinse. I feel a hand brush across my shoulders as I rinse my back. I turn to see Porter running a finger across my shoulder blades interrupting the cascading water falling down my back. I turn around raising my hand to interlock my fingers with his. I hold my head out in front of the shower water so I can see him while the rest of the soap is still being washed away by the water.

He leans forward pressing his lips against mine so my head ends up going back through the water raining down from the showerhead so he is under it now. For a second it sounds like raging thunder in my ears until the back of my head lightly hits the tile wall the showerhead is mounted on.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers against my lips letting shower water droplets inside.

“So, are you,” I whisper leaning back into his lips.

He smiles against my lips, the water cascading around his head and shoulders down onto both of us. We are interrupted by another loud bang on the bedroom door.

“Hurry up, boys,” Oli shouts through both the bedroom door and the bathroom door over the shower.

Porter sighs leaning his forehead against mine.

“It wasn’t an ideal time anyway,” I whisper jokingly.

Despite the warm water turning Porter’s skin red I can still notice the blush as he takes a step back.

“You didn’t blush like that when Hilana caught us in the kitchen,” I reply quietly.

“We weren’t half-naked or naked in a shower together, I was just kissing you,” he replies.

“He doesn’t know that though,” I reply. “She actually saw us.”

“Be quiet,” he mutters slightly annoyed but getting the point.

We both exit the shower, dry, and dress ourselves. I pull on a pair of tight black jeans a gray t-shirt and a plaid long sleeve over it. My nerves start to kick in about meeting his cousins, Walter and Jaclyn, and his aunt and uncle.

“You look great, I’m sure it will go fine,” Porter reassured me.

I fix my glasses one last time and we leave the room to go downstairs to get dressed in our winter attire for the trip to Kearney, Nebraska for the fireworks.

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