Persephone- Completed

Twenty Two.

I posted the picture series along with the caption "Spring Break Pt 1."

"When did you even take some of these?" Em swiped through them after they'd posted, smiling at the memories we'd already made in 4 days. 

"I'm not giving away all of my secrets." I smiled as he kissed my forehead. "Some of these are super cute." 

"Yeah you can't even tell you were screaming at Mia in this one." He stopped on a photo of me on his shoulders and Mia on Blakes. We were still salty with each other about Tuesday in this photo. It was only 2 days ago but I was laughing about it all now. 

"Yeah. But we both look cute so." I shrugged and he chuckled, grabbing my phone and locking it before spinning to look at me properly so I was no longer laid on his chest. I scrunched my face up as he laid my head on the pillow and kissed my cheek. 

"You always look cute. But especially in my clothes." He tugged on his tee shirt I'd stolen last night. "When did you take this?" 

"When you were in the bathroom changing. I didn't even bring my pjs down. It was my full intention." I smirked and he laughed. 

"I knew it." He nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck. 

It was Thursday now. Still not even 11am. But we still hadn't kissed. We'd said we didn't want it to be forced. To feel natural. And that we'd do that before anything else. I didn't want to rush it. I was happy just having him this close to me. Soon we'd have to be apart so I was soaking in every second. 

"We should get up." I whispered into his hair. He shook his head, pushing his face deeper into me. "They're going to start knocking again." I laughed as he started placing small sweet kisses onto my neck. 

"I don't want to." 

"But I'm getting hungry. And I still need to change before we go down to meet them." 

"Wait we're home alone?" 

"Yes." I rolled my eyes. "You saw the text from Mia. They were bored of waiting so they've gone down to the pier without us." 

"I didn't think they'd actually gone though." He lifted his head up and smirked.

"Don't you even think about it." I smirked myself, knowing what he was thinking. 

"I'm not thinking about it." He smirk turned to a laugh as he sat on me, his legs on either side of my hips. "I'm doing it." 

"Em" I started laughing before he started tickling me. "Not again." 

"You're laughing and I haven't even touched you." He pulled his shirt up slightly, exposing my stomach and some of my ribs but nothing else. 

"Do you know how much my sides are still hurting after you did this last night. I couldn't breathe." I grabbed his hands, trying to stifle my laughs. 

"Were you happy before and after?" 

"Yes." 

"Then I don't care." He smirked and proceeded to tickle me again. I couldn't contain my laughter as I wriggled under him, hoping to escape but also hoping he wouldn't let me. 

We'd had too many moments like this so far this week. Where I was so beyond happy that I couldn't even stop myself getting attached to him. This wasn't even a situationship now. We were starting to verge on a full blow whirlwind romance and as much as I wanted to be scared about what that meant. I couldn't be. 

If being in a relationship with him meant more of this, the laughter until I was crying, the movie nights, the earth shattering cuddles. I was down for it. Let it destroy my soul. If it breaks me in 4 months then so be it. I didn't care. Not anymore. 

"Em-" I laughed loudly, panting for a breath. "Can't- Breathe." He put his hot hands flat on me as I settled down and he still sat on me, looking down at me from above. The smile on his face made all these side pains totally worth it. His legs were aching from working out with me everyday and this was his way of getting me back. 

I took a few more deep breathes, putting my hands on top of his and pushing them in slightly where they were hurting.

"Here?" He moved his hands and I nodded, wincing ever so slightly. "Sorry. Might have gotten a little carried away." I shook my head a random laugh escaping my mouth. There was knocking on the bedroom door now and he rolled his eyes. "What Blake?" 

"Are you guys coming or not? Mia is starting to pout." 

"Oh god." I sighed. "We're coming now tell her to put it away before someone gives her fillers." I smiled up at him and he raised his eyebrows.

"Okay going now. Bye." We listened for Blakes footsteps as he climbed off me. 

"Fillers?" 

"It's a joke we made up years ago. She always pouted when she wasn't getting her way  so we told her she should get fillers and keep them that way permanently." He was leaning on his side, propped up on an elbow. "What should I wear today?" 

"Whatever you want to sweetheart." I started climbing out of the bed, pulling his shirt down as I did. I was wearing shorts under but I still didn't want to be too exposed. Not yet. 

"Help me choose." He put his feet down on the floor and dragged himself along with me, down the hallway to my room.  "I want to look good for you." 

"Baby." He stopped but I still kept pulling. He laughed at my pathetic excuse at trying to get him to carry on moving. "Poppy." 

"Who's Poppy?" I dropped his hand and turned around, crossing my arms, putting on a fake pout. He laughed and picked me up. 

"You look good in anything Seph. You could step out in a trash bag and I'd still feel like I needed to be on my knees worshipping you." 

"So a trash bag it is." I played with his hair, moving it off his eyes.