His Love

Chapter 27- Unspoken Truth

Her eyes begin to drift open and they widen almost instantly when she meets mine.

"Fuckin' perv." I'm met with a pillow to the face as she groans very dramatically.

It only takes around 10 seconds for her to recover from her mini tantrum about me staring before she rolls over to wrap her arms around my torso.

Just as I begin to relax again, she digs her fingers into my sides, making me jump away from her and roll off the bed.

She bursts into a fit of giggles when I hit the floor, awfully hard might I add.

I have no idea why she even tries, but she grabs my hand, attempting to lift me up, but before my back even moves a fraction of an inch, her arms shake and she gives up.

When she reaches down again, I grasp her hand, dragging her on top of me.

Her arms shoot out and land on either side of my head, our faces barely an inch apart.

I notice how her entire body is still.

"Why are you like a statue, baby?" I laugh, reaching for her waist.

Before I even make contact, she jumps away and dashes to the bathroom.

I gather myself and stand up, lightly tapping the door.

There's a hum from inside, telling me to come in.

She's standing infront of the mirror, toothbrush in her mouth and cheeks flushed.

"What are you doing?"

She gives me a look that I know as "stop asking stupid questions."

I poke her cheek with a grin.

"Why are your cheeks so red?"

As she leans over the sink, I gather her hair so she doesn't get toothpaste in it.

With her hands on her hips, she turns to face me. 

"Are you blushing? All because our faces were close?" I gasp, unable to hold back a little bit of teasing.

"Why do you keep asking questions?"

It's technically a question, but her and I both know that's her telling me to shut up.

And I'm not one to go against the fierce little lady.

She raises a single eyebrow, almost daring me to carry on.

I bite the corner of my lip, shrugging before turning my back to walk out.

I hear her mumbling behind me and I try not to laugh.

Everytime we walk into our room, she attempts to do some sort of tackle on me so I'll land on the bed, but it's yet to work.

Anticipating her tackle, I turn to face her just as she's coming towards me.

As her arms wrap wound me, I fall backwards onto the bed.

Just to let her think she won.

"Oh my god, I got you!" she claps her hands excitedly before doing some very unusual dance with her hips ontop of me.

Gripping her waist, I stop her movements.

"You got me." I grunt out, pushing on her back so she lays on me.

She smiles up at me with her chin resting on my chest.

"Your freckles are pretty."

"You say that everytime."

"And I mean it every time." she says as if it's the most obvious thing.

She prods her finger into my cheek.