pov - Ariana Grande
Camila's POV
February 2020
I liked to sleep in on the weekends because my weeks were too busy. It was specially nice when I had a handsome tall man by my side keeping me warm. I could feel the back of my body snuggled against his chest as we both laid on our side, spooning. I didn't want to open my eyes just yet. I was in that weird phase where I was too sleepy to react properly but still aware of my surroundings. His hand traced my arm up and down and his chin and nose moved near my ear.
"Mmm", I murmured with my eyes closed, enjoying his touch. It was an involuntary sound.
"Good morning", he whispered and I couldn't reply. I was too sleepy. He kissed my cheek instead. "I'll get up".
"No", I said looking for his hand and grabbing it so he wouldn't go. "Stay here".
I had woken up by trying to get to him now and I didn't like that. I wanted to sleep in his arm, why was he going away?
"Baby", he said brushing away the hair from my face. "I have some things to do".
"Do them later", I told him and turned around to hug him with my arms and legs.
"Mila", he chuckled softly and laid back without fighting back.
"Go back to sleep", I ordered and hide my face in the curve of his neck, breathing in his perfume and body wash.
"Please, let me go", he whined.
"No", I mumbled.
"Alright", he sighed and I felt proud of how little I had to do to convince him.
But he didn't just stay still. No, he grabbed my body with his big hands and rolled us in the king size bed so he was hovering over me. I couldn't keep my eyes closed at this point and opened them up to see his cute small eyes intensely looking back at me.
"Hmm", I moaned. "I don't mind waking up to this", I teased.
"Oh yeah?", he said lowering himself to kiss around my neck, leaving little pecks and nibbles.
"Yeah... this is good", I managed to say, already having problems breathing.
"What about this?", he whispered and I waited to see what he was going to do.
His hands moved under my pijama top, his palm against my skin giving me chills. Then he stopped, eyed me with a smirk on his face and proceeded to tickle me on my belly and all around.
"Shawn, stop!", I fought and laughed at the same time, squirming in bed.
I tried to get his hands and push them away but he was faster and stronger, so all I could do was beg him to stop as giggled uncontrollably. He didn't listen to me and kept attacking me until it was too much and I needed a breath.
"I have to go", he said kneeling in bed while I was still trying to recover and catch my breath.
"Where are you going?", I asked him. We were in England, in the middle of the countryside, with nothing to do.
"It's Valentine's Day", he winked.
"Oh right", I said excitedly. "Happy Valentine's Day, baby".
