HONEY. . . besson

𝟎𝟏𝟎: 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭.

🍯- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ honey ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌🍯

VIBRATIONS AGAINST her bedside table made her stir awake. peeking one of her eyes open, the brightness of her phone screen illuminating the ceiling of her dark bedroom. warmth radiated around honey, her questions she began to ask herself being quickly answered as she glanced down to see arms wrapped securely around her.

almost as a trigger, the events of last night splurged into her brain, her eyes widening at the thoughts, that contrasting with the pink tint that appeared on the apple of her cheeks.

she slept with corbyn.

her cousins ex-boyfriend.

"holy shit." she mouthed to herself. the feeling of vibrations caught her attention again, honey reaching her arm out to grab her phone. she was close to grabbing it when the arms wrapped around her, pulled her back. the feeling of breaths tickling her neck came into play, honey not helping but smiling.

"where do you think your going?" corbyn mumbled against her neck, honey swooning over the raspiness of his voice.

his morning voice, wow. she thought. no stop it honey, he's your cousins ex-boyfriend, who you ended up sleeping with. she sighed, honey not able to keep her thoughts from bombarding her mind.

"what's on your mind?" he asked her. the furrowing of her eyebrows came into view for corbyn as he watched honey turn her head, their eyes meeting.

"nothing."

"you sure about that? then why is your heart racing so badly? i know it's not from me. even though i wish it was." he teased, earning a roll of the eyes from the blonde girl cuddled in his arms.

"it's nothing, just tired that's all." honey shrugged off his question, corbyn deciding not to push her further, instead pulling her into his arms, her back pressed up against his chest. "how did you sleep?"

"well after round three- i slept like a baby." honey scoffed, slapping his shoulder, resulting in corbyn laughing before planting a kiss on her shoulder.

"there was not three rounds." honey said with another scoff. she wiggled herself out of corbyns grip, with her deciding to ignore the grunt made by him as she leaned to grab her phone. this time right she was successful in grabbing it, her phone being bombarded with texts and notifications.

"someone's popular this morning." honey looked to corbyn, her glaring at him as he pointed at her phone.

"why you snooping?" she asked, wanting to keep a serious face, but when corbyn leaned down against the pillow, his arm resting under his head, she couldn't help but smile at the sight before her. the duvet had risen down, his bare chest on display, bringing honey's eyes to glance over him briefly before looking back down at her phone.

honey glanced down, noticing the lack of clothes on her body- bringing her to immediately drop her phone on the bed. corbyn watched as honey scurry out of bed, him not bothering to hide him checking her out, his eyes glancing up and down her body as she threw on a shirt.

more specifically his shirt. she did up some of the buttons, leaving the top three undone. honey turned around, meeting corbyn's eye as she grabbed some under out of her drawer beside her. she watched him shift in the bed, adjusting the bed duvet around him, before returning back to his pose of leaning against his arm.