Our Ironic Serendipity (IM5)

Chapter 12

I feel my body being pulled out of its dreaming state as my eyes flutter open. I see my long work desk that contains my computer and sewing supplies. The window that stretches out horizontally above my desk causes me to squint, due to all the sunlight getting through. I look at the clock on my night stand and see that it reads 8:03 AM.

I pull the blanket off of me, then realize that there's an arm wrapped around my waist. I hadn't felt someone else's body against my back until now. Then I remember last night.

"Right," I mumble. I carefully try to remove the arm from my waist by lifting it with both of my hands, but fail to do so without waking him up. He removes his arm and I hear a quiet sigh.

"Good morning," I say, sitting up and turning my upper body to look at him.

"Good morning," he responds huskily.

"Sleep well?" I question, smiling at the attractive sound of his morning voice.

"Yeah, it was okay until about five in the morning when I realized you don't have a bra on."

"Does that bother you?"

"No, it was just hard trying to keep my hands away from your breasts while I'm trying to keep my arm around you," he says, sitting up and rubbing his eye with the back of his hand.

I chuckle, then move closer to him and wrap my arms around him, pressing my chest against his.

"Good news, you didn't grope my boobs in your sleep," I smile.

"Bad news, I don't need a boner this early in the morning unless it's from my sleep, so please get your chest off of me," he responds.

"Are my nipples bothering you?" I joke, rubbing my boobs against him.

"Rose," he warns me.

"Okay, okay," I laugh, getting off of him. "It's not my fault you're so easily turned on."

"Mhm, and it's not my fault that you're so beautiful."

"You're right, that's my parents' fault."

He yawns, "Damn genetics," and stretches his arms above his head. I chuckle and peck his cheek, finally climbing out of bed. I walk into my bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth and washing my face. Before going back into the room, I tie my hair up into an effortless bun.

"How is it that you look good even in the morning?" Will wonders out loud while leaning against the headboard of my bed with his head slightly tilted back.

"I look good in your eyes because you like me," I answer, opening the door to my closet.

"So you're saying that you're not actually attractive, you're just attractive to me?" he asks.

"Yep. That's how everyone is," I say, flipping through the hangers to find some type of appropriate attire for today.

"Am I like that to you?" he asks.

I smile, and turn to look at him over my shoulder.

"Yes, you are." I turn back to my clothes.

"You're so philosophical."

"And I don't even try to be," I say, finally pulling out a pair of capri khaki pants and a tight red v-necked t-shirt.

"Why do you have to be so...entrancing?"

I arch an eyebrow at him, placing my clothes on the end of the bed.

"Where do you even find words like that?"

"Writing poems and songs requires quite an extensive vocabulary, believe it or not," he says, "So I spend 70% of my free time looking up words that rhyme with other words. You could say it's a hobby by now."