Together forever

Chapter-12

Althea.

Dec 2011

Waking up was never my favorite. Not until waking up with Aaron's arms around me holding me captive in his warm embrace became a routine. Slowly, I turn around, trying my best to not wake him up. I rarely wake up before he does and whenever I do, I use these minutes to the fullest to admire him without the risk of being noticed. Today being saturday, gives me plenty of time to admire his looks to the fullest.

Aaron looks his best early in the morning. Don't get me wrong. He looks like a Greek god that came to life at any hour of the day. However, without his usual frown marring his handsome features, he looks peaceful and beautiful to the point of fault. And with his hair disheveled in the sexiest of ways, he looks like someone straight out of an erotic novel cover.

Careful not to wake him up, I hover my fingers over his full lips. The lips that were on mine a few hours back. The very lips that took me to new heights I never knew existed. Looking at those lips, I wonder if yesterday night has been a dream. However, the tingling over my lips at the memory made me realize that it wasn't. Our kiss was in fact, as real as this beautiful boy sleeping beside me.

For me, the kiss changes everything. I don't think I will ever be able to kiss any other guy and feel like I did yesterday. He ruined me for all other guys out there. I always knew my heart beat for Aaron. And not in a way it should for 'just friend'. Whenever he was around, it keeps jumping up and down in my chest. Begging to be noticed, to be claimed, to be owned.

However, the question is, does it change anything for him? He kissed plenty of girls. Hell, I am sure he fucked his through half the girls of our class. So why would a simple kiss change anything for him? Even if it is an earth-shattering, soul breaking kind of kiss. It was, at least for me.

Before I gave into my temptations to lean a little forward and touch those lips with mine, I removed my fingers and continued my trail of exploration up towards his long lashes casting a shadow over his cheekbone. No matter how many times I stare at him like a freak I am, I could never get my fill of his face. The square of his jaw. The vein that bulges on his forehead every time he is angry. A nose that's a little crooked, probably from one of his fights. That little imperfection made him look even more beautiful. Rugged. Perfectly imperfect.

"Like what you look Muñeca?" A sleepy voice rumbled out of his chest making my eyes go wide and cheeks burn red with the embarrassment of being caught.

"I... I was... Trying to wake you up?" What? Could it get any more pathetic in the list of pathetic excuses? However, my stupid excuse elicited a chuckle out of him. A deep voice I could easily spend listening to.

"Seriously Thea? That's your reason?" He mocked. I tried to move out of his embrace which made him hold me tighter.

His hand that has been resting on my waist moved down to my hip as he pulled me closer.

My breath comes out ragged as I lower my eyes as fixating them over the t-shirt that's spread over his broad chest.

"Look at me Thea," He asks lifting my chin with his finger.

"You should never, I say never be embarrassed about looking at what's already yours Muñeca," he said with so much conviction in his voice that I made my breath halt.

"Mine?" My voice was barely a whisper.

"Yes, yours. Always been yours. Always will be yours Thea." His eyes bore into mine like he was trying to imprint those words deep into mine.

"You don't mean it," I mumble, unsure of what I am hearing. Is this because of the kiss? Did it really mean something to him?

"I do Thea. And you know that. Don't say me you did not catch my eyes moving on their own as they follow your every movement like you are my whole world. Don't tell me that you did not realize that this fucker beats like he is on drugs every time I catch a whiff of you," he say, placing my hand over his chest where his heart is beating hard and out of rhythm, just like mine.