EroticReverie

Peach Elise Vandaleur

“Peaches” I hear Nash’s voice call to me in my nightmare. 

“Peach, wake up” he says as his hand shakes me gently awake and I wake up, jerking awake in panic , jolting from his touch. I’m drenched in sweat and I’m not sure if it’s from the heat of the apartment without air conditioning, or if it’s from my nightmare. But probably both.  

“You’re okay” Nash’s voice soothes me as he pulls my sticky body to his, wrapping me in his arms and placing a kiss to the top of my head as he pulls me to him. My eyes filling with tears from the anxiety of my dream, of waking up in yet another new place, still so unfamiliar to me. 

“Is she…okay?” I hear a male voice ask. My eyes darting across the room. To the four males standing in my door way. 

It’s Rowan Prescott who spoke. The guy that Nash knew from one of his previous foster homes. 

“She’s good” Nash says softly into my hair. “You’re okay Peaches, I’ve got you” he whispers as I turn my head back to him and bury my face in his neck. I was embarrassed. I wasn’t sure if Nash told the four guys we moved in with about my night terrors and night mares. If he warned them at all that I tend to get them. 

I’m fifteen , and Nash is my foster brother. He just aged out of the system and instead of leaving me behind, I’ve run away with him to live in this two bedroom apartment with a bunch of college guys, all of them interconnected through the foster care system.  Except for Sebastian who was just a runaway that happened to come to live with Dane and Tyson. 

Nash didn’t want to leave me behind, and I didn’t want him to either. Nash was the first good thing to happen to me, and cared for me more than our foster parents did. He was always the one to soothe me after a nightmare. No matter the rules of him not being allowed in my bedroom, he’d come in anyways and lay with me till I fell back asleep. 

Nash was like an actual brother, which is why I always ignored the slight little crush I had on him for being so handsome. Because I knew he didn’t see me that way, I was too young anyways for him. 

I cling to him now as our four new roommates just stand there watching Nash hold me and stroke my hair and murmur to me how everything is okay, that’s I’m okay, that he’ll never let anything bad happen to me. 

“I love you” I choke out the words quietly through my tears .

“I love you too Peaches” he whispers as I hug him tighter and cling to my lifeline, my best friend, my protector and the only person I’ve ever considered my family. 

“I’m always going to take care of you Peaches, always, I’ve got you okay?” He whispers as I nod into his neck , my tears soaking his neck. 

“I’m sorry” I cry into his neck, always feeling silly and stupid for how frequently he has to come to me in the middle of the night when I start screaming in my sleep. 

“No, what did I tell you?” He says cradling the back of my head. “You never have to apologize  for it Peach” he says and places a kiss ontop of my head as I sniffle into his neck and nod. 

The other four go back to their spots in the apartment. Dane, Tyson and Sebastian all share the same room , three small twin sized mattresses sit on the floor of the other bedroom. Two more line the wall of the small living area. Where Nash and Rowan sleep at night.  The rooms used to be split between the four of them before Nash and I moved in. They’d all insisted that I have my own room. Which made me feel awkward. But it made me appreciate these four new guys in my life , made me start to create a space in my heart for them almost immediately.

Im standing in the small bathroom with Nash as he takes a cold wet wash cloth and starts to wipe my face down. 

“Why don’t you take a cold shower real quick, it’ll cool you down” he says and I nod. 

“I’ll grab you a towel.” He says and then walks to the small closet right outside the bathroom and grabs a towel and brings it back to me. 

Nash sets down the towel and then turns to me and gently swipes my blonde hair back from where small strands cling to my sweaty face and then he holds my face in his hands. 

I look up at him, and it’s one of those moments I have with him. Where I feel like he looks at me  as more than just the fifteen year old girl he considers his sister. I watch his eyes take me in, scanning my face and his thumbs are soft and gentle as he gently strokes my cheeks. 

“I love you so much Peach” he says softly and I nod. 

“I love you too” I answer him and feel like a bad person for my attraction to him. For wishing he’d kiss me and how many times I’ve wished it since he came into my life. 

“Take a shower Peaches” he says and leans down and kisses my forehead. My eyes closing and his lips press to my forehead and I feel something that’s so much more than just love. Nash is my life. He always will be. And I push down on my urge to try for more with him. Because I can’t be selfish. I can’t ruin the only good thing I have in my life by making him feel like a jerk when he inevitably rejects me. 

I take a shower. I make it quick, I use just a small bit of the shampoo as I clean my hair and then wash the sticky sweat residue from my body and then rinse of and let the colder water bring down my body temperature. 

When I step out of the shower , one of Nash’s few shirts lay on the small sinks edge, folded up for me to wear and a pair of my underwear. 

I’d be embarrassed about Nash handling my underwear , if he hasn’t already seen me a hundred time in them he comes to my rescue in the middle of the night. 

I dry off and then towel dry my hair and take the comb and rub it through my hair until it’s untangle then put it into a braid and slide on my underwear , plain white cotton , and Nash’s clean but worn out plain white t shirt. 

I’m quiet as I tip toe back to my room and then stop when I see Nash laying on his back on my small twin mattress. My heart squeezes in my chest and I close the door behind me as he looks over to me. There’s no curtains on the windows, so the window in my room lets the street lamp right outside the window still lighting my room when I turn off the light. 

Nash scoots to the edge of the mattress, and I walk over. Bending over and crawling along the side that’s pressed to the wall. Normally it would make me feel claustrophobic to be pressed between such a small space. But when it’s Nash on one side of me, it does the exact opposite and makes me feel the safest I’ve ever been. 

I pull the sheet I’ve been using as a blanket up over us and then tuck myself into him. His chin resting on the top of my head as I wrap my arm around his shirtless torso and let my legs slip against his and his arm wraps around me. 

We both ignore the fact he’s hard in his boxers, like we always do. Im not stupid enough to let myself believe he’s actually attracted to me.  I was sure that it was just a guy thing. That when Nash sometimes gets erection when laying in bed with me, that it would be his reaction to any female laying beside him.  The first time it happened back at our foster home, he’d apologized and joked that it had a mind of its own. And we’ve never addressed it again when it happens. 

I snuggle closer to him, pressing against him. Not because I was trying to tease him but just because I liked being as close as possible to him when he held me while I fell back asleep. 

“Peach” he whispers over my head and I feel his hand drift down my back and stop right above my ass at my lower back. 

“Thank you, for always taking care of me” I say against his chest. 

He sighs quietly and then kisses the top of my head. 

“Always peaches, always”