Runaway With Me

THE RING

--TINA--

It felt good to sleep. The soft mattress under me, the low sunlight that slipped inside the room, the warm body I'm cuddled in right now... WAIT WHAT?!

I opened my eyes to see that I was face to face with a super hot, sexy and sleeping Gibson. Both of my hands rested on his hard chest and my right leg draped over his body. His hands circled around me, hugging me like I was a pillow.

I found it hard to breathe. I couldn't move, too afraid to wake him up. I didn't have any other choice but to stay steady and examined this fine specimen beside me. His dark brown hair was messed in the most sexiest thing I ever saw. Lashes that curled into perfection, his cheeks were flushed pink, his kissable lips parted, his breathing patterns where relaxed and same as the beating of his heart. He looked like a goddamn angel. Jesus, this guy.

I started to feel my heartbeat race. I tried to wiggle my way out of his embrace but his grip on me tightened. I raised my face only to be met his blazing eyes and eye popping white teeth. He was smiling at me.

"You like the view?" He said in his amused sleepy voice. His voice was hot as hell. Jesus, what was happening to me?

"I... um... I.. hmm... WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" I exclaimed as I felt my face blushing.

"I should be the one asking you that since you were practically checking me out." He said, showing off a boyish grin.

I smacked his chest and he shuffled a sexy laugh which vibrated every cell in my body. "I was totally not checking you out. You wish." I said defensively.

Okay, that was a lie. I was totally checking him out. But who cares? He was sleeping, he shouldn't have noticed it.

"Hmm... it doesn't seem like that way since you looked like you were going to lick me." He said playfully.

"Well.... I... I was... wait a minute! That isn't the point. The point is why are you on this bed?! You were supposed to stay on the floor." I can feel he shifted a little but didn't lose his grip on me.

"The floor is too cold, besides nothing happened." He gave me a knowing smile.

"Of course, nothing would happen dickhead." I was trying to sit up when he hugged me tighter. That made me fell flat on my back as he circled his arms and legs around me. Trapping me like some kind of teddy bear.

"Let's sleep. It's still early." He said in a fake, sleepy tone. I glanced at the wall clock and it was seven fifteen.

"Yeah, well you can sleep on your own. I'm going to get breakfast." I was trying to sit up again when he pulled me tighter to him and he nuzzled his face in my hair.

"Stay." He pleaded.

That simple one word made me stop moving. My heartbeat picked up speed, my breathing gone erratic and I felt my whole body was on fire. We just stayed there for several moments, nobody talking, nobody moving. It was then did I feel that Gibson stood up when the heat of his body was gone. I looked at my right to see him stretching upwards. I got a glimpse of his sexy v-line and abs.

Delicious. Who needs breakfast? I think I'm full.

"Hey Tina, get up! Let's grab something to eat." He exclaimed excitedly.

"Ah right, just let me change and I'll be there." I was still laid out on the bed.

"Oh no, you don't. You can't sleep again when I'm out." He said as he grabbed my ankles and yanked me out of bed.

I gripped the sheets to avoid from falling. "Gibson let go, okay... okay." I was still kicking myself out of his grip.

Then suddenly I felt the mattress dip, and in one swift move, I was yanked into Gibson's arm which made me sit on his lap. I wiggled out of his embrace.

"Let go of me dick head." I protested.

"Why... aren't you a grumpy chick." He was laughing then suddenly stopped as he reached for my hand and saw the ring on my finger.

There was that awkward silence again. His grip around me loosened so I took it as a sign to get out of his grip. I sat next to him. He was still holding my hand and examining the ring.

"I'm engaged." I said nervously as I noticed the change in his mood.

"Oh... I thought you were single." Gibson's approach was distant.

"Well, if I told you earlier would it make a difference? Would you still ask me to runaway with you?" I was trying to search his demure face but it gave nothing away.

Gibson stood up and started walking towards the door. He stopped in mid-stride and faced me.

"Let's go, I'm hungry." He smiled and placed a hand over his stomach and continued to exit out the door.

I was left sitting on the bed, wondering how on earth did Gibson had a personality transplant within a span of seconds. I was disturbed with my thoughts when Gibson shouted from the outside.

"Come on Tina, let's go. I'm famished already."

I stood up and grabbed my purse and jacket as I dashed out of the room as I tried to shrug off the weirdest two minutes of my life.