Make me yours

Chapter 5

Guys, before I start I want you to know that this story is going to be very sexual and maybe a bit toxic (in the middle of the story, not just yet). If you are sensitive, please beware. Thanks for all the views.

This song makes me think about James and Livian so listen to it. Especially during their scene (You will know it when you read it). Hope you enjoy :))

I wake up on my bed with a big black T-shirt on. It takes me a few seconds to remember last night. Memories fly through my head making me smile just a little before realizing that the last thing that I remember does not make sense with waking up on my bed with an unknown t-shirt. I fell asleep in Jame's car, that's it, that's what I recall. How the fuck did I end up here?

I decide to text him, he must have a reasonable explanation. It's 7 pm one hour before our school starts I don't know if he is awake that's why I am going to text instead of calling. But my curiosity is killing me, my trust issues starting to tickle my brain, and my insecurities buzzing a little.

"James? " It's all I text because I truly don't know what else to say I have so many questions right now. So I just text his name expecting to start a conversation from that that magically solves all my doubts.

He calls me immediately.

"Good morning!" He talked like nothing happened. His voice is different, rougher, lower, and then it hits me: I am hearing his sleepy voice, that voice you get right after you wake up. I had never noticed how hot his accent is and his morning voice only makes it better, stronger, more noticeable. It's fucking hot, can't deny it.

"Did I wake you up?" I ask, my voice soft, not too loud but loud enough for him to listen. My house is silent and so is his, there are no sounds other than his soft and almost unnoticeable breaths, they are regular almost as if he is in charge of controlling them and is making them extremely correct.

"You didn't." His voice changes a little but he has that thick accent still and his sleepy voice is still hearable. I have a feeling that he is lying.

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James

(Right now is James telling the story, babies)

She did wake me up. I wanted her to. I put my phone with everybody silent but her. I wanted her to text me.

"How did I ended up on my bed?" She asks. I know, by her voice she is impatient to know. Probably fighting crazy theories that her brain is creating, probably already with trust issues filling those theories with a little fear.

"I took you home as I promised I would." I talk as soft as I can, trying not to give the subject any importance so she doesn't freak out. It was not a big deal, I don't want her to think it was. It felt right to do so yesterday but right now I am afraid she didn't think I had the right.

"I didn't walk to my bed so how am I here?" Impatience on her tone. She noticed how I was trying to play it off so she got impatient. Those crazy theories are becoming worse because I am not explaining them right away but I can't do it until she asks me more or it will seem like I made the story up. And I want her to trust me. That's all I want.

"I carried you." Again, playing it cool. It was nothing. Even when my mind was a mess of should and shouldn't even when her pure breath made me smile just because I can. I am not like this, I don't do this stuff, and most of all, I don't feel this stuff.

"I have a t-shirt on, I didn't have it before." Impatience and confusion. I can feel her voice getting hesitant and her breath quicker but lower as if she was afraid she would lose my explanation if she breathed loud enough.