I threw myself backwards into his bed sliding my body across the sheets. Rolling onto my side I rested my cheek against his pillow, I breathed in deeply taking in his scent. I pulled the pillow in tighter and wrapped myself in the smell of his rich masculine flavour. I groaned softly as I thought about how he had held me all night.
I rolled over on to my back at look up at the ceiling I was so relieved Al was okay. Sweet was a complete mess last night I thought. Thankfully today he was more like himself since hearing from Layla. Prying myself up I looked around his room and my eyes landed on his desk.
My mind drifted back to the book he kept in there and before I knew it I was stood before the desk sliding the draw open. I reached into the draw and took out the book slowly. A sense of regret flushed over me, since this was clearly private. I cautiously opened the book in the centre and began to read. It seemed to be a diary of sorts and the page I had landed on was a month ago.
:August 7th
This was the the day after we first met, I remembered that week so vividly.
:Sunny came back in today and I can't think about anything but her smile. Not that I didn't notice her body was seriously hot. She actually makes me excited to be at work which I'm bored of. I'm thinking about what it would be like to kiss her and how I chickened out and kissed her cheek. She must think I'm so lame and there's no way I'd have any chance at all now. I've never felt this way before and maybe I can win her. She seems so strong and knows just how beautiful she is, so do I even have a chance at all! Probably not but I suppose I can dream.
I smiled to myself as I read his words. I had no idea he thought of me this way. He thinks of me as strong and beautiful, imagined what it might be like to kiss me. I blushed as I remembered our first kiss. I but mit my lip as read how he described my body and thought about how I feel the same about his. Suddenly a bang came from outside his room and I snapped the book closed. Hurring it back into the draw I rushed to close it before running back over to his bed.
Jumping onto the bed I curled myself under the blankets, my heart thumping dramatically. The door clicked open and Sweet came back inside. I sat myself up in bed and smiled to myself replaying what I had read in my head. I stretched out my arms as if I had just woken up and he sat on the edge of the bed beside me holding a tray of food.
"I wouldn't mind seeing this every morning", he said as placed the tray onto his lap and rested his hand on my thigh. His touch sent shivers up my back.
"What exactly would that be?", I said stifling a yawn. His eyes drifted up and down my body lingering on where the T-shirt I was wearing had slid up to my hip.
"You, like this, you're gorgeous", he spoke softly as his eyes continued to travel across the entirety of me. I felt my cheeks turning red as I shielded my face with my hand. His words I had read still swirling around in my head. I smiled dreamily as I felt my stomach grumble again.
"Time for you to eat", he slid the tray onto my lap. He had loaded a plate full of pancakes, bacon and toast. My eyes grew wide at the pile of food.
"This is a lot of food!", I said picking up a fork. Scooping up a piece of pancake I guided it into my mouth. It was light as air and tasted delicious. I let out a long sound of enjoyment as I picked up a strip of bacon with my fingers. Taking a bite my eyes darted around in illation, his cooking was finominal.
"Mmm Sweet this is so yummy, I could eat this every morning", I leaned myself over the tray and kissed him softly. He licked his lips instinctively and stroked my hair away from my face.
"I would love to be able to do this every morning", he took a strip of bacon off the plate and ate it enticingly slowly. I watched his jaw move as he chewed, knowing that he was trying to draw me in. Once I had eaten my fill, Sweet put the tray on his desk. I started to shuffle towards the edge of the bed when he climbed back onto the bed.
"We don't have to get up just yet", he swung his arm around my waist bringing me swiftly to him. My body was pressing against his side and my words became quiet incoherent sounds. I rested my head into the crook of his neck as he tilted his head down. He squeezed me tighter to him keeping his arm around my back. I gazed up at him my heart full almost ready to burst.
I grazed his cheek with my fingertips, my hand then wandered down his neck to his shoulders. It continued to explore his chest and then reaching his stomach. It felt toned and defined beneath his shirt, I glided my hand across it. He let out a gasp, his hand quivering on my waist. His free hand also began to wander, he placed it on my outer thigh. It slowly slid up until his fingertips reached the bottom of my tshirt. I let out a murmur as my skin tingled under his touch.
His lips were only inches from mine and I feared kissing him now would unleash a desire in us both. My body was screaming to go further but mind felt like this timing was all wrong. I could see he felt conflicted as his hands wanted to continue to roam. His face looked troubled like he was trying desperately to hold himself back. I felt myself leaning in closer to him, his lips now almost touching mine.
I was trying to hold myself back but in that moment our lips collided. His kiss was wild and untamed, my hand move around to his lower back, grasping his shirt. One of his hands slid up my back taking hold of my head. While the other tensed and squeezed my thigh. I was completely lost, my body moved on its own to his pulls and rives.
Before I could think my hand had climbed under his shirt and was clinging to his back. He groaned into my mouth as his tongue came into play. My heart thumped in my chest as his hand found it's way under my shirt. I purred in delight at the sensation. It grasped and squeezed making its way up to my waist were stopped.
We held each other still for a moment as the kissing stopped. We both stared at each other, neither of us dare move or speak. The next thing we did would decide where this goes, in my mind both outcomes seemed terrifying. We again moved closer our hands unmoving. I closed my eyes anticipating he would consume my senses once again.
A loud knocking began to eminate from the door. Our hands quickly slid from beneath each others clothes and I scrambled to adjust my tshirt that had ridden up. The door handle started to turn as Sweet launched himself off of the bed. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it above my waist, turning red with embarrassment.
Sweet opened the door and there stood his brothers looking very upset. He knelt down to them and hugged all three at once.
"I told you guys Al is fine and Layla will be back tonight", he explained gently as he ruffled thier hair.
"We know but we wanted to be with you until they got back!", they shuffled thier tiny feet, looking like they may cry at any moment.
"Okay but just let me..", he had almost finished speaking when the boys ran around his legs into his room. They all rushed to clamber onto the bed and snuggled up to me without notice. I curled my arms around them and squeezed them tightly. They all smiled mischievously as Sweet stood at the end of the bed folding his arms. They had clearly played him and he was raising his eyebrow in reply.
"So when you said you wanted to be with me you meant you wanted to be with Sunny", he looked at them accusingly. All of them stuck out thier tongues and curled into me tighter. I giggled shrugging my shoulders as Sweet sat himself on the end of his bed.
"So who was the ring leader in this operation, was it you Owen?", he asked them, all of them now looking from one to another.
"No way it was Oliver", he denied pointing at Oliver. Oliver with a look of disgust huffed and pointed back.
"What! This was Oscar's idea!", he darted his eyes to Oscar who was nestled sweetly in my lap. Oscar didn't refute the alligation only smirked cheekily at Sweet.
"Can you blame us, you always keep Sunny all to yourself", Oscar proclaimed as his brothers nodded in unison.
"Alright you can stay but on one condition", Sweet said walking around to the side of the bed. "You have to make some room for me too", he looked directly at Oliver who was nestled in at that side closest to him. Oliver scoffed but moved begrudgingly, as Sweet scooted himself behind me, wrapping his hands around waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder, causing all three boys to look jealous as I kissed his cheek gently.