Even In Pieces [bxb]

Chapter 18

Zachary

Morning always comes too fast. I am not a morning person especially when someone else is perfectly okay with getting up in the morning and making irritating noises while walking around my room. I grab a pillow from my bed and throw it across the room at Everett who is, by the sound of it, trying to get dressed.

“Get out,” I grumble and turn, facing away from him. My efforts are useless as he jumps back on the bed with his pant zipper undone, giving me a good view of his gray Calvin Klein boxers. He plants his hands on the pillow, caging my head between them and pinning me down on the mattress. I blink my eyes to clear away the remaining sleepiness with an annoyed groan.

“Did I tire you out yesterday?” He asks, smirking down at me. That's when I register the soreness in my muscles. Everett definitely knows how to fuck.

“Mother fucker,” I grumble, “Is it one of the golden boy rule that you have to be so fucking chirpy in the morning or something?”

“No, but it definitely is a soccer guy rule,” he assures me, “You're a coffee addict aren't you?”

“I wouldn't call it an addiction,” I mutter, “Would you get off of me!?”

Everett slips one hand behind me to my lower back, moving it down just a little above my right ass cheek and presses with his fingers, over the bite mark he gave me last night. The sting travels up my spine and I hiss unintentionally. He smirks smugly at me. I slip one of my hands to his thigh and press the bite I gave him there, making him inhale sharply. I return the smirk.

“Mine won't hurt when I sit,” he says.

“That's why you did it over there, isn't it? You evil bastard.”

“Yep,” he grins. He leans in and presses his lips against mine, I close my eyes and just feel. Bringing my hands around him, I kiss him harder. It's too much. Every time. I can't stop it.

Everett pulls back and smiles down at me, “I should probably get out of your room before the others start waking up.”

I let go of him, and he moves away to get dressed. I watch him till he is out of the door to get up to clean myself off. Flexing my muscles to get rid of the soreness, I make my way to the bathroom for a hot shower. Everything that happened Last night fills my head.

The hot water falls on my skin making various bite marks on my skin to sear. He totally did that on purpose. I don't know why that is making me smile.

Classes got over and professor Williston ripped all of us a new hole for the poor performance in his classes, in reality though, he is the poorest performance in his class. Someone taps on my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts about killing Williston and dumping his body in a landfill.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Alice grins at me.

“Not worth it,” I shake my head at her, “What do you want?”

“Woah… can't I just come say hello?” Alice gives me the most offended expression she can manage.

“So, I am free to go?”

“Go to the soccer game with me,” she blurts out.

I sigh. “No. It's not even an actual match.”