Psychotic

Chapter five

He won't leave me alone. He won't even let me go to the bathroom alone, Rosaline thought, he even made me call in sick at work.

When Rosaline woke up that morning, she looked over to see the welcoming face of Miles sleeping next to her.

She snuggled closer to Miles and placed her cold hands on his warm chest. His breath skipped as Rosaline ran her fingers along parts of his stomach.

His chest was one of the most delightful things Rosaline had the privilege to touch. She always loved touching him. It didn't matter where to her. If you happened to be a bystander on the street and see them passing, Rosaline almost always had her delicate fingers intertwined with his, even sometimes leaning into his shoulder. She just loved how his skin felt against hers. Plus Miles had never objected so she continued to do as she pleased.

Miles groaned a little and goose bumps formed on his skin where Rosaline had previously touched. He pulled her a little closer and rearranged himself in his sleep so her face was right up against his. He let out a sigh and relaxed. She smiled to herself and snaked her legs around his while playing with the waist band of his red gym shorts.

They hung on his hips loosely, slowly moving down as he slept. Looking down at his hip bones made a pleasurable feeling of want travel down Rosaline.

A while back Miles had mentioned how he always slept better without clothes, so that's how Rosaline had always presumed that he slept every night they weren't together. More recently he had confessed that he slept even better when he was with her after they had slept in the same bed at her aunt's wedding.

The elastic was strong for her morning strength, so she just stuck with running her few fingers along the edge of it. Over his hip bones and warm skin.

Miles breaths became heavier as she continued to trace around his stomach and waist line. A hand shot out to stop hers. She slowly looked up from what she was doing to see Miles with his eyes closed while he let out a shaky breath.

"F*ck, it's getting really hard to hold back on you, especially when you pull this sh*t," Miles let go of her hand and brought his right hand up to her face while moving his left hand down on her thigh, slowly rubbing circles. Last night it had gotten hot so Rosaline took of her little shorts. Miles groaned when he found that his hand wasn't stopped by shorts, but by a small lacy fabric.

He leaned his head down slowly towards her collar bone. Breathing heavy and griping onto her body in all the right places. He left light kisses, slowly trailing down from her prominent bone to the valley between her breasts. Rosaline's stomach sucked in unintentionally as his warm lips grazed over her, while occasionally leaving loving hard kisses that made Rosaline feel exceptionally needy in certain places.