Gloves And Us ✔

A F F E C T

I woke up and stretched my arms.

The best feeling.

I groaned a bit and fell back asleep. I didn't want to wake up.

"Wake up, potato," someone poked my cheek.

"Go away, bottle gourd," I mumbled, and covered my face with the blanket.

I heard many, and I mean many, laughs.

I furrowed my brows and peeked slowly from the blanket.

There on the floor, in front of me was a curly-haired, black-eyed guy.

He waved at me.

"I'm not a bottle gourd, you potato," he said sadly.

I looked to the other side and saw a lot of guys. They all waved at me. I turned crimson. Creeps.

"Where's he?" I said slowly, not taking away the blanket from my mouth. Morning breath.

"Who? Oh, the 'lover' boy. The one who threatened us to not wake you up or he'll kick our asses and kill us? He's out" I suppressed my smile.

"By the way, I'm Ryan" he continued and extended his hand.

I just waved at him.

The rest of the guys too came forward and sat beside him.

All of them were on the floor and me lying on the sofa. What even?

"How are you pumpkin?" Ryan asked. Pumpkin? I don't like pumpkins at all.

"I'm f-fine." Breathe.

"Why do you stutter, shorty?" one of them said with a disgusted face.

My hands started shaking once he said that.

"I-I don't do it int-intentionally." I sighed and continued "I'm-I'm sorry," I said and fisted my hand.

"Get the fuck out of here Ruth" Caro gritted out.

"All of you. out." he pointed his finger and motioned to the door.

They scrambled out.

"He's an idiot. Don't listen to him" Ryan said and pinched my cheeks.

"I'm going" he held his hand up in surrender when Caro glared at him.

Once all were out, he came and made me straddle him.

"How are you feeling?" He kissed my neck.

"Peachy. Washroom?" I turned my head to the side.

"To the right" he stood up and I clung to him like a monkey.

He opened the door and made me sit on the sink.

"Toothbrush" he handed me one.

"Everything's here" he pointed at the side and the cabinets.

And turned around and left.

I quickly brushed my teeth and did my business.

"Good morning" I stood up on my tiptoes while he lowered himself and I kissed his cheek and jaw.

"How are you feeling?" He put his hand on my butt.

"You look damn hot blushing," a smile grazed his face.

"Stop" I whined.

"Stopp" he mocked.

"I'm fine" I tried to not stutter. Why do you stutter, shorty?