friday knights

38 ... flower shop

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38

☊ | track thirty—free like me

THE NEXT MORNING AMIRA woke up with a tight ache in her stomach and a massive bitch slap headache. The sun leaked into a room that wasn't hers. The ceiling was different and there was too much sun. She glared at her enemy painted across the walls like yellow on a canvas. The blankets were thick, cold, and soft and so were the sheets. She yawned, minding the ache in her head, sprawling her arms making wrinkled snow angels. She moaned in delight at the cold sheets.

Flipping over on her back, she gasped and held her breath at the pain between her legs. "Fuck me!" She hissed, crossing her legs and slamming her head against the pillows which wasn't the best idea for someone with a hangover sex headache. She definitely remembered having sex. Did he try to murder me?!

She remembered how relentlessly Carter tired her out but something was missing from the memory. She felt like it was important but her brain decided to block it out for now. She decided not to rack her pained brain.

Deep chuckles could be heard across the room and she already knew who it was. She almost felt too embarrassed to sit up and face him but the deed was done. It was done a long time ago so she didn't understand why she was shy all of a sudden. They were in a relationship officially, so he'd eventually see she wasn't so angelic waking up. Carefully, she turned on her side to the left and met with space. Her eyes darted to the corner of the room where Carter was sitting at his desk tying the laces of his old rough shoes.

He was already looking at her, smiling.

"A thing I learned about you is that you have a bitch fit with the sun whenever you wake up. Every morning."

She rolled her eyes and grumbled, stubbornly turning back to her right side. Carter stood up and rounded the bed. Amira peeked at him from the blankets that covered half of her face, dragging her gaze down at what he wore. It was simple. A black tank top that pinned tight to his chest while showing off every tattoo. Nike shorts that showed off his strong long legs, displaying a few tattoos there. His hair was in its usual wavy tone, damped at the moment yet he looked so good.

His arm and hand tattoos on display had her squeezing her legs tight. I know he looks good, but down girl.

Knowing Carter and how her body felt against him even with simple skin-to-skin contact, she'd be on life support. He knew how to fuck. It was as simple as that. He hit the right places and even when it became unbearable, he still found a way to keep her wanting more. It was like he knew how to hit parts of her body she didn't even know could be touched.

Carter stood above her, unholy thoughts circuiting her mind. He leaned down, his hair falling out of place making him even more irresistible. His left palm flat on the edge of the nightstand and his right fisting the bed space beside Amira. "Morning to you too sunshine," His breath smelt of crest toothpaste and listerine mixed with double-mint gum she noticed him chewing. He licked his full lips and she revealed her face.

Staring at her a mess—a beautiful mess, awake in his bed early in the morning felt just right. Perfect even.

Brushing her nest of a hair aside, he kissed her cheek, then, along her jaw until he found her lips.

"I want all my mornings to look like this from now on," he muttered, kissing the top of her naked breasts. His mind pictured what was awaiting underneath the blankets. He kissed each mark left along her there and her neck from last night, somehow shaping one into a heart. It was skillfully placed near her heart