I wake up with the cherry scent I recognise all too well right in my face. Juliet is in my arms and nothing has felt better than this.
She's feels so soft, her skin is smooth and warm, my arm is draped around her perfect waist and God I don't want to move.
She is still asleep. Her breath is shallow and relaxed. I tug her closer and wrap both my arms around her torso.
She is a heavy sleeper isn't she? God I'm definitely in love. I've never felt like this. A fluttering feeling deep inside me, my heart banging against my ribs.
I haven't felt this with anyone. Not channel, not any of my flings, not even my other ex girlfriend. And yet the girl I hated most is driving me insane.
I decide to take advantage of the time I have with her asleep. I kiss along her shoulder, her skin is warm. God this feeling is amazing.
I bury my face in her neck, my sences are flooded by her ferry smell.
I've gone insane. Like a drug addict I need more.
She stirs and yawns. My head snaps back away from her neck, she let's out a sleepy chuckle and moves back into me.
Holy fucking shit.
She moves her head back and tilts it in my direction.
"Enjoy yourself Young?"
I know I've been caught, no point hiding it now.
"More than you could imagine."
She let's out another laugh and turns around the face me. Her hands are pressed to my chest.
She looks fucking mystical. It's unfair to others how fucking gorgeous she is but I don't care.
I put my arms around her and pulled her to my chest. She doesn't move. She doesn't resist.
Her hands are trailing up and down my chest.
"Josh.."
"Yes Princess?"
Those are the only words that I can force through. She has me in a chokehold. God this woman is gonna be the death of me.
"I like you."
As soon as the words leave her mouth I pull her towards me and smash my mouth onto hers.
God she tastes like the sweetest thing on earth. I'm intoxicated by it.
I push her into her back and climb ontoo of her. Her hands are wrapped around my neck pulling my down.
Our mouths move against each other, my tongue slips into her mouth and she moans. The sound makes me almost loose all sence of control.
Our tongues fight for dominance. God this was it. I was sure I'd died and gone to heaven.
My mouth trailed down her neck, earning myself more moans and God they were music to my ears.
My mouth trailed lower. My hands reached up and rested on the collar of my shirt, she was wearing my shirt.
I raise my eyes and stare at her. She looks like a goddess, like she's in pure bliss. She gives me a nod and I rip off the shirt.
My arms go around her waist, keeping her where she was, I lowered my mouth to her chest.
"Josh!"
The sound of her screaming my name does unspeakable things to me.
She was mine. From this point forward Juliet Marozova was mine, no one else's.
