The Last Cut

Chapter 59

Full Dis POV for all those that had messaged me wanting one!:)

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Disarray POV

I woke up to fingers running up and down my spine, lightly tickling me. My body felt warm, and just slightly sore.

My head rested on Ronnie's chest, and I could hear his heartbeat in my ear, steady and strong. I smiled and sighed happily.

"Good morning." I said quietly and looked up at him.

"Happy birthday." He murmured and kissed my lips with a smile.

I returned the kiss and after we broke I giggled and laid my head back down.

Someone knocked on the door then, and I groaned and moved to go and answer it.

"I'll get it." Ronnie laughed and pulled on boxers and I laid down so my back was to the door.

I heard the door open, "Hey." Derek said.

Of course it's Derek.

"Hey man, whats up?"

"Just seeing if you guys are awake, and I see that you are. Surprising considering you guys were up late last night," He said and I could sense a smirk in his voice.

"We weren't up late." Ronnie said.

"You are barely dressed, and I can see her whole back. Someone got lucky last night!" Derek yelled the last part loudly. I groaned and buried my face into the pillow.

"Dude...She has a tramp stamp!" Derek yelled. My hand frew to my back to pull the blanket up from where an edge of my tattoo had shown.

"Who has a tramp stamp?" Ryan asked as he walked into the room also.

"Dis!" Derek answered.

"Woah. Naked Dis plus practically naked Ronnie and odd noises last night... They fucked!" Ryan said loudly laughing.

I pulled a pillow over my head and groaned. "Shut up."

"What does her tattoo say?" Ryan asked.

"I don't know. I just saw a part of it." Derek sighed.

"It says 'I'm a teaser, not a pleaser'." I sighed after moving the pillow.

"You're tattoo lies." Ryan laughed. I looked over at him and flipped him off with a glare.

"We'll be out soon." Ronnie said, chuckling. They soon left, and Ronnie jumped onto the bed and pulled me to him. I giggled and nuzzled my face in his neck.

"They're not going to drop the fact I have tramp stamp." I groaned, my eyes closed and imagining the jokes I will recieve.

"It won't be so bad." He comforted me.

"I don't wanna get up." I whispered.

"Then don't. You can spend your birthday in bed, with me." Ronnie whispered back and kissed my neck. I giggled and leaned my head back, giving him more access.

He chuckled against my skin and pressed his lips against the flesh of my neck.

My hands traveled to tangle themselves in his hair and I guided his lips to mine, capturing them with a kiss.

His tongue traced my bottom lip and I was just about to grant him access when the door was opened swiftly.

Thank god we were covered with blankets.