Running With Wolves [On Hold]

Chapter 23, Eleanor

I groan awake and try to stretch my arms but something- or someone is keeping me from doing so.

Orson.

I feel his breath on the back of my neck and it makes my legs go like jelly knowing that we slept in the same bed, he's spooning me right now.

Why is he so warm? I feel like I'm burning up with his arms around me.

Orson groans behind me and then I feel him kiss the back of my neck. 

"Good morning beautiful." He says huskily, his voice thick with sleep.

Oh my gosh, his voice in the morning is dangerous, I need to get out of this bed before I do something more dangerous other than kiss him. "Morning." I shyly mutter out, feeling myself get hotter.

I feel him smile against my skin as he leaves soft kisses on me. "You talk in your sleep." 

I blink. "What?" I say trying to move to face him but his hands keep me in place.

He laughs and it makes my stomach go into knots. "How did you sleep?" He asks, letting go of me.

I sigh out thankfully as go to sit up, then turn around and my eyes almost pop out of their sockets, he's not wearing a shirt, and if I lift the blanket, I can take a wild guess that he's not wearing pants either, but he was last night... right? 

Besides that, why the hell does he look so good in the morning? His messy hair, the lazy smile, oh god his voice, that deep voice that makes my skin crawl, but in the best of ways, does he know what he does to me, or is this just me being really weird around him?

"I got hot, you are quite the cuddler, Eleanor." He answers my unanswered question with an amused grin.

I feel my face get hot, unable to say anything to make myself feel even more embarrassed, it's probably best I go brush my teeth... and if I look back at Orson, I don't think I could keep down my emotions.

I hear him take the blanket off him and get out of bed when I open the door, still too much of a coward to turn around, I rashly make my way into the bathroom opposite my door, and before I could shut it to brush my teeth, Orson holds the door open then pushes it open again as he comes in and grabs a toothbrush.

He hands me a new toothbrush, a green one then puts paste of both of mine and his toothbrush. "Thanks." 

I see him shrug and grin in the mirror and we both begin brushing out teeth, I feel his eyes burn into me in the mirror and I don't have the guts to look at him, he's so intense, and after last night...

We kissed, I...kissed him and he kissed me back, oh god, I put my tongue in his mouth, I almost touched his... oh my god.

I didn't notice Orson rinse his mouth with water and stare at me with a grin. "I like your hair like this." He says, coming behind me whilst holding up a strand of my hair.

"W-What do you mean?" I ask as I look into the mirror to see him admiring my hair as it's down and messy.

He hums lowly. "Nothing." 

I see something on my neck and it looks like.... teeth marks... last night.

HE BIT ME. 

I look to Orson horrified. "You bit me!" 

He laughs out huskily then looks at me amused. "I didn't mark you, not yet." He says, almost proud of himself which makes me look at him confused.

"Mark? What do you mea-"

I hear a phone ring and it makes Orson pause from running his fingers through my hair, then I notice in the mirror that he's frowning with an angry expression.