Apathetic Boy

26. [m]

Angel

This chapter will contain mature content.

I slowly start to wake up, being incredibly warm, relaxed, and comfortable. I pull my limbs that were uncovered from the blankets under, flipping myself over.

The room was dimly lit due to the sun beaming onto the closed curtains, making it easy to see Beau's sleeping state.

With his hair in a mess it gives off more of a boyish look then how it normally is. His features being more softer than usual, that being his lips plump having a natural pout, his eyebrows being slightly furrowed as his eyes slightly move while being closed. The ever so slow movements of him breathing.

For some odd reason, he looks more attractive now than he ever did before.

I reach my hand from up under the blankets, outlining both of his eyes, his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, down to his lips, finishing at his jawline.

I find myself shuffling myself closer to him, which he drapes his arm over my waist, mumbling something to himself.

I place my hand on the side of his face, holding it lightly. I press my lips against his, not really knowing why.

Why do I feel so drawn to him?

I press my lips against his once more, trying to answer my question.

Yet I just find myself making out with him.

I run my fingers down to his shoulders, kneeding lightly into his muscles.

I feel Beau's hands slide up to my lower back, pulling me closer into him. He hums as I slide my tongue across his lower lip. He opens his mouth slightly, letting me take control over the kiss.

I can feel my face stretch into a smile when his tongue started to dance with mine. Even though he had slight morning breath it didn't bother me in the slightest.

I slowly pulled away from him, hearing him sigh contently.

"If this is what it's like to wake up next to you, sign me up." He says, his voice laced with sleep.

His eyes fluttered open, looking down at me. I gave him a small smile before turning over. I stretch out my arms and legs, yawning as I rub out the sleep from my eyes.

I trudge my legs off the bed, untangling myself from the blankets. I stretch myself one more time, feeling an arm wrap around my waist.

I look back to see Beau, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Good morning, by the way." He yawns.

"Good Morning." I say back.

He looks up at me, with a wide smile spreading across his face.

"You look really pretty when you wake up, you know that?" He puts his cheek on his hand.

"Think so? I'd reckon I look like I got hit by a truck." I say.

He chuckled, "Not in the slightest." He sat up behind me, pressing kisses all over my shoulders. I hum, leaning my head to the side giving him access to my neck. He then ran his tongue up my neck, causing goosebumps to form on my skin.

I started to giggle as he bit my earlobe and kissed the shell of my ear.

"Don't do that." I smile lightly, holding his head against my neck.

"But it's cute how you react." He mumbles against my neck.

"I'm many things, cute is not one of them." I chuckle.