Verge of collapse

Chapter 23

Christopher 

The next day, I feel like a new person. Not because It was my birthday yesterday, but because I had a night with my friends and Katherine met my dad. I have to tell her somehow, what I know. But how am I going to do that? I open my eyes to see my girl sleeping on my chest. God, this feels so good, so comforting. I wasn't actually going to drink yesterday, but my friends made me drink a glass of champagne as it was my birthday. It's about that legal drinking age shit in America. I don't feel the same way as Americans. In England I can drink since I was eighteen.

I take a strand of her hair between my fingers and twirl around it. She's so beautiful when she sleeps. Her arms are tightly wrapped around me and I can feel her warm breath on my bare chest. Her soft blonde hair feels like silk between my fingers.

She moves slightly and opens her eyes. "Good morning." She says, looking at me.

"Good morning baby." I say and caress her cheek.

"How long have you been up?" She asks with a smile.

"Not long."

She kisses my chest and stands up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" My paradise didn't last long...

"To the loo." She says with a British accent.

"Oh wow, you can speak British, huh?" I tease, following her into the bathroom.

"I am British after all, love." She says with the same amazing British accent.

"Then why don't I ever hear you speak it?" I ask leaning on to the sink as she undresses herself.

"Because I have been living in the states for the past eighteen years." She says and places her clothes on the counter. "I think I earned the right to speak American." She says going back to her usual accent as she steps into the shower.

"Can I join you?" I ask and she giggles.

"Since when do you ask?" She laughs.

"I was trying to be a gentleman." I say, pulling down my boxers.

"Get in." She says and I do just that. "I was thinking about going to Soho today." She says washing her body with a cloth.

"Yeah, sure." I take the shampoo from behind her. "Tomorrow I need to visit my grandma though."

"Okay... Do you want me to come?" She asks, rubbing the cloth on my chest. If she keeps doing that we won't go anywhere.

"Of course I do." I say and she smiles. I thought that was obvious. "Give me that." I say, taking the cloth from her and getting under the water.

"Why?" She asks with amusement.

"Because you're doing wicked things to me, woman." I say and point to my hard. She bursts into laughter and walks out of the shower

"I could say that I can take care of it for you, but..." She wraps her body with a towel and looks at me with a smirk. "We won't leave the house if I do." She winks and walks out of the room.

Fuck. Her teasing is not helping, now I want to grab her and throw onto the bed. That's the only down side of this relationship. My lust for her is too strong.

When I enter the bedroom she's all ready to leave, sitting on the edge of the bed with her phone in hand.

"My friends are going crazy." She says, reading something.

"Aren't they already?" I say and she flips me off with a smile.

"Do you want to go to Ibiza?" She asks while I put on a black t-shirt.