My head's a mess but I'm trying regardless.
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Sunday Morning: Maroon 5
"Hi." Clark says as I open my eyes while I lay on his chest with his arm wrapped around me.
"Hi." I reply and he pushes some hair behind my ear.
"You're so beautiful." He whispers before looking down at my lips and I mimic his action.
An ache passes through my stomach and Clark brings his hand up. He cups my cheek before kissing me and I close my eyes, now kissing him back. Our kisses quickly get more heavy and my head hits the pillow. I hold his wrist and he kisses me harder. His other hand lands on my rib cage underneath my boob and goosebumps rise on my skin, making me whimper against his lips.
He rubs my cheek with his thumb and I kiss him harder, not wanting to pull away. He now moves his lips onto my neck and my hand stays on his wrist. He kisses up my neck before reconnecting our lips. I rub his wrist with my thumb and our lips continue to move in sync. Another ache passes through my stomach and I almost let out a moan.
"What time is it?" I finally pull away.
"Almost ten o'clock." He continues kissing me and cups my face.
"I gotta go." I turn and slip on my panties, his red shirt and my socks.
"Where? You're still on vacation." Clark tells me.
"Not really. Patrick Malone, remember? I have to find out who hired him to kill the Waynes."
"Let me help. Bruce is my friend too. This will be my next assignment."
"Thanks, but, I got it." I nod before I get up and leave, now heading downstairs.
I sigh in relief as I realize that no one is on the couch or at the table. I run my fingers through my hair before I turn on the sink. I push my hair behind my ears before splashing the cold water on my face. I sniffle before wiping my face with a towel. I shakily exhale before turning off the water. I lean my hands on the edges of the counter and I slowly blink.
"So...you tell your mom?" I sense him a few feet away from me.
"Tell my mom what?" Clark questions.
"Does the word duh mean anything to you? About last night."
"Last night, or the times before last night? I mean, do I really strike you as the type of person who enjoys discussing my sexual prowess with my parent?"
"Okay, point taken, but—let me just pose this hypothetical."
"Okay." Clark crosses his arms, making his muscles flex, and I thickly swallow.
"Let's say that you were the type of person that enjoyed discussing your sexual prowess. What do you think you might say?" I wonder.
