My Fiction Fix #01

Writing Idea #06 Little Lying Me

Blurb is in Progress.

CHAPTER 1

I give him a disbelieving look, "Are you wearing crocks?" I ask him, seriously surprised my normally leather-jacket wearing, jeans suiting boyfriend is wearing one of Alexander's blue crocks as he steps into the room, holding a tray of pancakes with bacon and banana, and that's the first item of clothing I see on his half naked form.

He rolls his lips in with an attractive grin rising, even in his silver-grey irises and pitch black strands that he looks to have gelled back. He places the tray in our shared dresser, flipping the shoes and throwing himself onto the bed, straddling me as I squeal when he attacks my face with wildfire kisses. His full lips sliding against my skin and soft tan skin, taut and sculpted covering me completely as Alexander silently steals bacon from the tray and holds his finger up to me against his lip, saying to be quiet when Quentin blows raspberries against my neck.

I laugh aloud before Quentin stills, "Alex, you dickhead, that's her bacon!" He yells out when Alexander trips over one of his crocks and groans, making noise. I cup Quentin's angular jawline and smooth cheekbones.

Shaking my head at him, "The breakfast looks beautiful, honey, but why the sudden occasion?" I whisper up to him, scenting the smell of his aftershave against my lips while he rubs his knuckles gently against my ribs, looking highly amused as he drops chin between my breasts, which were covered by one of his shirts.

"It's been exactly three hundred and sixty-five days, and you just gave me a golden ticket to letting me do whatever I would love to do today, because you my Darling little minx just forgot our one-year anniversary since we first started dating when you made me wait six months from when I first met you to going out with me. Now, first on the list, you can't leave my arms the entire day." He says to me, before gliding up at my surprised eyes and lowering his lips against mine.

I pull back, "It can't be though, I have my calendar out...it's..." I say, quickly, shocked when I grab my phone from the charger and look at the date.

"Son of a bloody gun." I curse.

He chuckles against my shoulder, "I still love your accent, babe." He says for what feels like the sixty-eighth time he's said so since we met. My hometown will always be London, United Kingdom and yet here I was in New York City, with none other than Quentin Anderson snuggling into my shoulder from behind me and chuckling through his giddy happiness because he did jus get a golden ticket.

"How did I miss it?" I groan out, turning around as I lounge my arms around his neck, "Had a whole bloody surprise planned out for tomorrow too because it's Saturday. I forgot our first bloody kiss was on a Friday." I mumble, pecking his grinning lips. He slides his arms underneath me.

"Ready to hear my first request?" He asks me.

I roll my emerald green eyes, "You want a shower together before school. I know. You're highly predictable now, Love." I say to him, covering up a yawn as I sit up while he smirks where he sits and throws me over his shoulder as he jumps off the bed.

I scream, "QUENTIN!"

He closes the door and locks it before twirling me to land bridal style in his hands, "I love that you read me so well." He produces a huskier voice against his tongue, I squeak when he skilfully uses his foot to close the door to our en-suite before continuously thanking me for falling for him the second our naked bodies cuddle in the shower.

He wraps the towel around his lower half and slides in behind me while I have my towel tightened around my own body, I flick on the hair dryer after brushing my teeth, he grins, "Can I?" He whispers against my hair.