Ethan's POV (Bonus Book)

Chapter Fifty-One

Beams of the morning light shone brightly into my eyes, causing me to groan as I stirred from sleep.

I inhaled a deep breath, and the moment I smelled that soft raspberry smell, and felt my hands tighten around a warm beautifully shaped body, I remembered who I was holding.

The edge of my lips tugged upward, unable to help myself as I nestled my head closer into the crook of my girlfriend's neck.

God, she was so perfect. Too perfect. So perfect, that despite the fact I knew I very well should be getting up right now, I refused to let her go.

It was so addicting in fact that I was genuinely weighing up the options on how I could make this a permanent reality. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I marched up to her this morning and said, 'Hey, Mia. Turns out I never want to sleep without you again, so looks like you're moving in with me forever.' I'm sure she'd take it well and not find it alarming at all.

Mia, at that moment, shifted a little in her sleep and nestled her backside closer into my front. My breath was sharply sucked away and suddenly just like that, I felt a lot more wide awake.

That was the other thing about sharing a bed with Mia – she was very, and I mean, very fucking distracting. I honest to god don't know how I kept my sanity last night with her constantly squirming in my arms, but all I know was it took a lot of breath-holding and pleading with myself to behave.

Closing my eyes, I tightened myself a little closer to her, and that's when I realized what specific body appendage of hers, I was holding. My eyes sprung abruptly back open, and my heart took off like a freight train. A sharp burn rushed up my cheeks. Shit, I was holding her boob again.

Instead of ripping my hand away, I kept my hand in place like a pervy fool as I realized how comfy she felt. Hmm, I could seriously get used to holding her like this...,

Starting to seriously feel her start to shift in my arms, I realized she was now starting to properly wake up. Selfishly not wanting to part with her body or her boob yet I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. What? It was comfy okay.

I felt as Mia leaned forward slightly, and opening my eyes I saw her reach for her phone on the nightstand likely wanting to check the time.

She let out a sigh, then started trying to sit up. A frustrated groan escaped my lips, and I pulled her right back to where she was supposed to be in my arms.

"Where the hell are you going?" I mumbled, my voice gruff, and throaty from lack of use. Mia turned her head slightly, to catch a glimpse of me behind her, and I noticed the edge of her lip twitch upward. She could deny it all she wanted, but I knew that smile meant she was loving this.

"We need to get up, it's 8 and the coaches leave at 9," she sighed.

I processed the information; she'd provided me for about a second before deciding I didn't care. As far as I was concerned, I'd waited six years, to hold her like this so I wanted to enjoy every last second I could get my greedy hands on.

"It's fine, we can get ready in half an hour," I mumbled back dismissively, refusing to loosen the tight hold I had on her body.

I was aware I was essentially keeping her hostage, but I was feeling too desperate to continue to hold her to care. And besides, something told me from the light smile still resting on my prisoner's lips she didn't really seem to mind.

Mia let out an amused breath, laughter mixed in with it. "Well, maybe you can, but I don't want to be in a rush. So can you just let me go?" she said, as she tugged pathetically at my forearm.

"Sorry, no can do Chubs, I like sleeping with you, it's comfy," I argued back childishly, as I closed my eyes, and tried to settle myself back to sleep.