She Moans Chresanto.

Personal Addiction

Song for this chapter: all I want ~kodaline

Morgan's pov

I kept my head laid onto chresanto's chest as I used my index finger to trace over the blank ink covering his body.. He makes me want a tattoo so bad.

Chres turned over placing his head in the crock of my neck as he slept. I smiled slightly as I ran my fingers through his hair..

Chresanto is like my own personal drug. My addiction. I could never get enough of him.

We remained in the position until Chresanto woke up, which was way too soon for me. I didn't want him to move.

"Goodmorning baby." I greeted him.

He smiled in return while glancing over at the clock.

"You better start getting ready if you want to make it to class on time." He informed me.

"Noooo." I whined. " I don't want to move." I admitted wrapping my arms tighter around him.

"That's absolutely fine with me. Let's just lay here all day and you can miss your first class and make a bad impression on your professor. " he said casually with a shrug.

I groaned. "Fine." I mumbled letting go of him climbing out of the bed.

"Our love is forever" he called out with a smile.

I pulled his t shirt from over my head. "Always will be." I finished glancing back at him while I stood there in only my panties.

Chres took his bottom lip into his mouth."damn." He groaned.

I smirked as I went into the bathroom.

***

"Gimme love" Chres said puckering his lips.

I giggled before grabbing hold of his face kissing him.

"Mmm mm mm"Chres moaned in response.

I giggled. He always does the cutest things

"Love you babe." He called out as I got out of the car.

"Love you more." I shot back in return before going into the building.

After attending the orientation here at UCLA I gotta good look around the school, it's so big and nice. Although extremely over whelming I might add.

Today is my first class. nervous couldn't even describe my emotion. Will the work be too hard? Will my professor be some old grumpy hag? Will I even make any friends?

I ran my fingers through my hair as I continued to stress myself out with these unanswered questions.

I let out a deep breath as I stared at the room number. This was it.

I grabbed hold of the knob going inside. My eyes scanned around the big room grazing over the large number of desk lined up.

The loud thud from the door closing caused the man near the board to look over at me.

"You're early, extremely early. You must be new." He called out

This man couldn't be the professor. He looked way too young.

"Oh um, yes." I said finally speaking up. "Today is my first day." I announced.

He opened a file on his desk. "Ah yes, Morgan. I was just reading over your transcripts. Your highschool records are impeccable." He told me.

I smiled. "Thank you."

"This is Professor palmers class right?" I asked for clarification.

"I sure hope so, or I'd be in the wrong place." The dirty blonde haired man responded.