start over | dreamwastaken x reader (sequel to split)

"That's why you have this." I run my fingers along the metal necklace he's made into a bracelet. The apple pendant hangs down off the skinny chain and rests against the skin of his forearm as he holds his hands up in the air.

"Of course." Clay stands up. "Stay here?" He raises his eyebrows as he steps out of the dining room.

I drop my elbows to the dining room table, resting my head upon one of my hands as I wait for his return. The video he posts runs wild through my thoughts. I keep playing the last few sentences through my mind. Another broken record to be stored into my mental library.

When his tall figure enters the room again, my eyes follow him. He's hiding something behind his back. Another secret slid up his sleeve. Another hidden things he's kept from me. Another thing to fear and worry about. I had enough with surprises. Give me lost videos. Don't give me secrets.

"Close your eyes baby girl." I follow his eyes and drift my eyes closed.

With one sense taken away from me all of my other senses heighten. My ears perk at every single sound that follows his command. I can take the sounds I'm hearing and picture everything going on around me. I can hear Patches paws padding across the kitchen floor. I can hear Clay moving through the air around me until he's stood right behind me.

"Clay." I groan. "What are you doing?" I reach behind me and feel the hair of his thighs graze against my fingertips. I pull away my hands quickly at the weird sensation I don't expect but instantly return my hands to his hairy skin when I realize it's just him.

"Careful where you are grabbing babe." Clay chuckles and I hear him move behind me. I know it's not his legs because I've got both of my hands on his legs. They are planted firmly to the ground.

"I can't see!" I exclaim as I pull at the hair on one of his thighs. He yelps in response, grabbing the hand that's pulling his thigh hair.

"What the fuck babe." He chuckles as I let go of the hair. His hand lingers against my skin for just a moment longer before he returns to what he was doing. My eyes are still closed as I wait for the orders to open again.

"I couldn't help myself." I pout out my lips and tilt my head up and look up towards the ceiling trying to look back at him with closed eyes. I want him to see my pout. I want him to know I want to see the world around me. I— I want to see him.

Clay's lips connect with my pouted ones for a tender kiss before I return my head back to its original position. I hear his arms moving around my head. My eye brows furrow at the sounds trying to figure out what in the world he's doing around me. A cold surface touches the skin around my neck and it startles me. I suck in the air around me as I reach up to feel what's against my skin.

My hand collides with a metal surface. I run my fingertips down the surface, tracing the shape. My heart races as I paint the picture in my mind. A vivid picture rests steady behind my eyes. I know exactly what he's done.

"Clay—" I try to speak as I twist the object around my neck between my fingers.

"You can open now love." Clay says as he drops his face next to mine. My eyes shoot open as I pull the object out from my body and stare at something I've known for years. The very same thing that's wrapped around Clay's wrist. An object with so much importance to the two of us. I don't know how the hell he's gotten another one but fuck if I care. It's here. Wrapped around my neck again.

"How?" I question as I spin to be face to face with him. I want to look in his eyes. I want to focus on the way his smile spreads wide across his face. I don't want to have to picture it in my head anymore. Not when it's right here in front of me.