Thalassophile (Billy Hargrove)

Rager

Chapter 30
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I blinked my eyes open, taking everything in; I was in Billy's room. His curtains were drawn, but even then, I could tell by the street lights being on it was night. I quickly looked over at his nightstand in a panic, only to realize its 7 pm. I sighed with relief; my parents would kill me if I didn't tell them where I was. But alas, it wasn't late. I looked at the space beside me; I could hear the shower running, indicating where Billy had gone.

The water turned off, and I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be still asleep; I don't know why I did that, but I just did. I heard Billy shuffling around the room until a shadow cast over me; even with my eyes closed, I could tell he was looking over me. He sat down beside me and placed a soft kiss on my temple. "How am I so lucky," he whispered; my heart rate picked up, and a familiar swarm of butterflies filled my stomach. He shifted and then let out a small airy laugh " Nadir, is this some Fantasy of yours? Want me to make you feel good." he leaned in. The water from his wet hair fell on my face making me flinch and gasp. I opened my eyes to look at him, and he was only inches away from me.

I shut my eyes again when three more drops of water fell on my face. "In your dreams, Hargrove." He sat back up, and I kept the sheets close to my body. He studied my face before looking me up and down. "I like seeing you like this, in my bed with nothing on."

"I like being here." I felt my ear burn. He was making me blush in a way I haven't in a long time. He reached out and took my hand in his "Was that good for you?" he asked. He almost seemed nervous about my response. His eyes quickly scanned mine. "Yes, it was really, really great." He smiled in satisfaction. Now it was my turn, and before I could get the words out, he answered almost as if he read my mind, "You were perfection." "We both did some fine work." I smiled.

"But I have to ask Kai when you were fake sleeping. Is that a fantasy I should know about?" My eyes widen. "When did you realize I was awake?" he laughed, "when I saw your pulse pick up." I rolled my eyes. Billy got back up and began to change. I looked around his bedroom. Somewhere along the road, he had taken down all his posters, at least the ones with the Playboy models, and replaced them with movie posters. Even his laundry no longer lingered around his room in messy piles. But what caught my attention the most was his wallet.

Billy laid his wallet open on the nightstand, and inside the plastic cover was a Polaroid of me holding Mr. Pie. I kept it close, observing the picture. Right after graduation one night, we were up in my room. Like me, Billy always particularly liked my stuffed animal, Mr. Pie. A small smile danced on my lip in awe at how far we had come.

"Ready?" Billy asked, his eyes dropping to his wallet in my hands ", Oh, you- it's not weird. You, my girlfriend, and many guys have pictures of their girlfriends in their wallets." I couldn't help but laugh. It was rare when Billy would blush. He wasn't the kind who often did, but sometimes there were moments like this when he was caught off guard and couldn't help but get a faint red sheer on his cheeks.

"I think it's charming." His lips twisted at the corner. I could tell he wanted to smile, but something in him wanted to remain "manly" were working on that.

"Yeah, whatever; it's mostly because of Mr Pie." He leaned over, kissing my forehead, before grabbing his jacket off the headboard. "Yeah, I know; sometimes I question if you are only in this relationship because of him." Billy shrugged. "I could be." I gasped playfully, putting his wallet back down. "Can you drop me home, please?" He placed his hands on either side of my body ", No, I was planning to hold you hostage so your dad could come and rip my head from my body."

"Well, now you have to take me home. I like your head; it has this pretty face attached." I kissed his jaw. "Nadir, you player, you only like me for my body." He straightens back out. I wrapped my arms around his waist so my hands were on his butt. "Well, obviously, Hargrove, I'm only using you for this cute butt." Billy threw his head back, laughing, which was a sight. He was honestly so beautiful when he smiled. It suited him, so I softly prayed that I could see that smile for the rest of my life.
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