STRIP

9.

Clementine Adams

I don't think I've ever been in a more comfortable warmth in my life.

I've never slept with someone like this. Bar hook-ups almost always end with me sleeping in bed with that person but never this way. I've never been held so closely, I haven't fallen asleep to someone rubbing my back since my mom was alive. My mom used to rub my back when I couldn't sleep. I've missed falling asleep like that. 

He's still holding me the same way he was when I fell asleep, I know he said he moves a lot at night but I never woke up to anything. I'm glad he got back in bed with me like this too, he clearly didn't turn the tv back on because I don't hear anything unless the volume is extremely low but I'm too tired to open my eyes.

I shuffle myself further into him causing him to pull me tighter, shoving his leg between mine so one of my legs goes above his while the other remains pressed to the bed. 

I finally open my eyes slightly to see his peacefully shut. I can't stop myself from leaning my face forward to lightly press my lips to his cheek. He hums calmly, pulling me tighter again. 

"Mm, morning, baby," he quietly speaks finally opening his eyes, "Jesus, you look good."

"Good morning," I smile, pecking his lips quickly. "You're looking awfully cute yourself."

"A guy could get used to this," he smirks.

"I didn't feel you move much last night," I comment.

"Had a really pretty lady holding me down, I don't think I could have moved even if I wanted to. Trust me though, I didn't want to," he says pressing his forehead to mine.

"Maybe we should do this more often then, I don't remember the last time I slept this good," I giggle.

"You're welcome in this bed, literally any time you ever want," he smiles before grabbing my hips and pulling me on top of him. "You're also welcome right here any time you want."

I lean down to press my lips to his quickly, "Iris is at school?" I question, giving him no time to answer before kissing him again, this time taking control myself, pushing my tongue past his lips to invade his mouth.

"Mhmm," he mumbles against me, tightening his hold on my hips.

I reluctantly pull back from his lips, "how long do you think it will take to decorate her room?" I ask. 

"We definitely saved ourselves time considering you are already here," he laughs, "it shouldn't take long but, uh, could we talk for a second?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," I speak slightly embarrassed, he just wants to talk and I was trying to throw myself at him. I go to move off of him but he stops me.

"Absolutely not, baby. Nice try but you're staying right here," he smirks keeping me tightly pressed to him. "I just wanted to talk quickly, before we do anything, I wanted to see where your head is at?"

"What do you mean?" I question.

"I mean, I don't want to sleep with anyone else. I want to take you out more, a lot more. I want you to come with me to the club on weekends whenever you can or want to. You have something about you, baby, that makes me happy. I've been trying for too long now to try to be happy. Last night you said something, about how we are given rules that we feel like we're supposed to follow, which made me think maybe you feel the same way, maybe you don't want to follow these rules about moving too fast because I really like the pace we are going at right now. I really like feeling happy, I really like the feeling you give me. You have this confidence about you like you're not afraid to speak what's on your mind or stand up for yourself that I'm so attracted to. You are something out of my wildest fucking dreams and I like you a lot and I don't want to make a fool out of myself or sleep with you and have you not know how I feel," he confesses while continuing to rub his hands over me.