Love Syndrome - Rewritten

Chapter 13: And Then the Storm Hits

//Sorry for changing the titles, I just didn't think they suited the chapters.//

Brick's P.O.V

I didn't know how long I was staring at the naked man hugging me but I had a feeling he would soon wake up and this amazing feeling in my chest would disappear with it. 

I felt him start to shift and move beneath me and I did the first thing that came to mind...I pretended to be asleep. 

Are you stupid?! He's clearly going to know that you're awake.

I scolded myself for not learning anything from watching all those cliché romance shows with some of my exes. 

But I had already committed to it, so I couldn't back out now. 

I could feel the realization dawn on him, as I felt his head lift back to probably look at my face. I tried my best not to move around and to calm my rapidly beating heart. 

I thought my plan had worked when he lay back down and buried his face back into me. I involuntarily gasped - making little noise, but a gasp nonetheless - as I heard him breath me in and then his whole body relaxed against mine when he breathed out. 

I had butterflies. Butterflies! 

This couldn't be happening, I thought, in a daze now and my task of pretending to be asleep completely forgotten. 

I thought this was only a one night thing - I thought I just wanted sex - what was this? 

My heart wasn't meant to flutter from anything this man did to me...right? 

I was shaken out of my thoughts when I felt kisses on my bare chest. The shock sent me into a panic when mixed with my inner turmoil and my eyes quickly opened to see a smirking, handsome face kissing me all over the front of my torso, as his soft hair brushed against my skin. All my feelings mixed together and sent a shiver throughout my whole body. 

"Sorry, are you cold?" Day asked me softly with a sexy and raspy voice, looking up at me with surprisingly big eyes. He thought that I was cold because there was no blanket covering my upper body. And I could see a hint of worry and - was that guilt? - on his face. 

"No, I'm okay." I replied, my voice also rough from the night before. 

"But we should get up." I quickly followed with this, hoping him being further away from me would mean that he had less of an effect on my body and brain. 

Day asked me what the time was and I told him it was 10am. Even my eyes widened at this...I had been staring at him and playing with his hair for hours, I'm pretty sure. 

Deciding it was indeed time to get up, both of us slowly sat up. 

I hadn't felt any pain earlier, as I had been too preoccupied in the beautiful man now standing up from the bed. But now... 

As I had began to push myself up into a sitting position, a sharp pain went up through my spine. I couldn't stop the cry of pain that escaped me, causing Day to turn to me, concern written between his creased eyebrows. 

He quickly walked over to my side of the bed, as I fell back down into a laying position. 

It had hurt more than almost anything I had felt in my life. I placed my arm on my eyes to hide the fact that I was about to cry from the pain and I did not want Day seeing that. He had already seen me crying for hours yesterday. 

But he wouldn't take the hint. 

Gently grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away from my face, he kneeled down next to the bed and began running his fingers through my light brown hair. 

"Is it because of last night? No one in the past has ever hurt this bad?" Day said more so to himself then to Brick. 

But I felt a need to reply. 

"Maybe it's because it was my first time and someone decided to go on for hours." I answered the rhetorical question with a huff. 

Trying and failing to contain his smile, Day looked at me with a certain light in his eyes. 

"I'm sorry, you're just so beautiful - especially when you're a mess...I just couldn't stop myself." Day cheekily replied. 

I could stop the color thar probably rushed to my face or the shock in my eyes, so I turned my head away from him, feeling my cheeks burn.  

With a light chuckle he said, "Let me help." Then he scooped me up - a six foot two, lean/muscley man- like I weighed nothing and began carrying me to the bathroom.

Show off. I huffed in my head. 

//Sorry for not updating yesterday. I'm not feeling well but I wanted to update something so here is a little wholesome treat.//