Blue Moon

29-Strawberries

Waking up I immediately remember where I am. 

I always find it weird when a girl wakes up at a guys house and is like, 'what's this heavy things resting on my stomach.' Like how I can forget the way River feels holding me?

A smile takes over my face as I feel him place a soft kiss to my neck. 

The butterflies in my stomach are doing a happy dance right now. 

I now understand why River is so secluded, his whole life he was forgotten about. 

He's always been pretty unforgettable to me. 

I go to turn around and kiss him before remembering I haven't brushed my teeth yet this morning. 

"What?" River asks his arms stiff around me. 

Oh no he thinks I don't want to kiss him. 

I sit up on the bed holding a hand over my mouth, "Morning breath." I mumble and he laughs. 

My jaw drops, "Are you laughing at me right now?" I ask and he shakes his head. 

"I need to brush my teeth." I say as he tries to pull me down to him. 

He sighs, "There is a spare toothbrush in the cupboard above the sink." He says and I hurriedly get off the bed and rush to the bathroom.

I brush my teeth and fix up my hair before heading back into the room. 

Plopping down on the bed beside him I grab his face in my hands tugging his lips to mine. 

He tastes like strawberries, what the heck.

"Why do you taste like strawberries?" I ask against his lips. 

He smiles, "I ate breakfast earlier."

I pull back slightly to look at him, "Without me?"

"You were sleeping, I didn't want to wake you." he says and my heart flutters. 

I guess I can forgive him. 

I kiss him again, throwing my leg over his waist and straddling him. 

His hands slide up my thighs and around to their rightful place on my waist. 

I need to see this man shirtless. 

My hands glide down his body and to the hem of his shirt, then they move back up taking his shirt with them.

I break the kiss simply to look down. 

Oh wow. 

I watch his toned stomach rise and fall from breathing heavy. 

We both watch as my fingers trace his six pack. 

"Do you work out?" I ask my mind focused on how he shivers under my touch. 

"Every Tuesday." He says, his voice hoarse. 

"Cool." I say and one of his hands finds the back of my head, guiding my lips back up to his. 

His fingers tug on my hair lightly as I feel his tongue slip past the seem of my lips. 

He groans into my mouth and that sound alone sends butterflies rushing even lower than my stomach. 

I kiss down his jaw and down his neck. 

I don't have time to think about whether or not I am doing is wrong when it just feels so right. 

When I suck on his neck he groans, "Ava baby, you're killing me." He says.