Teach Me Something // LH44

Chapter Eleven

Maybe instead of denying this was going to happen, I just needed to let it happen and control the one thing I had control over. My feelings... which were notoriously not very well controlled. Historically I fell hard and I fell fast and so whatever was happening, I'm pretty sure I was already going to fail. It was quite clearly way too late for me to do anything else because despite my best efforts, this was my third time getting out of his bed in two days.

"You're really beautiful, why did you become an artist when you should have been a model?" Lewis asks, fingers brushing over my cheek again as I shake my head at him.

"Technically I never became an artist and I can't take you seriously because it's actually coming from a literal model..." I tell him, a stupid smile on his face as I look over the linen sheets towards his dark brown eyes staring back at me. This was the first time since the first time that I had actually found myself in his arms after we had fallen into his bed and quite honestly, I was happy here and I was giving up on fighting it. Now I would just be enjoying what was happening while it was happening and just work to keep my expectations low. "So... tell me something that no one else knows."

"Something that no one else knows? I mean a lot of people know a lot of things about me..." he muses, the words not seeming to strike a chord with him as he thinks. I hum alongside him as I turn around to lie on top of his chest, resting my chin comfortably on my hands as I also trace one of his tattoos, investigating it more closely as I leave him more time to think about everything.

"Okay... easier challenge, tell me something that I don't know... because that still includes most things," I ask when the silence draws out too long and his eyes light up at my confession.

"Something you don't know about me... well for starters, I'm incredibly ticklish," he warns, his hand grabbing my finger to stop it from tracing on his skin and I giggle at him as I wait patiently for more information. "Secondly, I am an honorary citizen of Brazil and lastly, kissing you feels like standing on the top step of the Silverstone podium..."

"Not Monaco?" I tease him and his eyebrows raise as he taps his finger on my nose as a sign of approval.

"Someone has definitely done some homework," he grins and my cheeks flush red as I nod. "But no... Silverstone. Monaco is great but standing on that top step there is something else because most people are happy to see me there."

"If you were me would you not have at least a little look? But I promise I have barely read a thing and most of what I know is what one of my friends freaked out and dumped a bunch of facts on me when Jenny said that you came to the school," I tell him, trying to throw suspicion off me as he shrugs and has a look on his face that suggests I'm going to regret confessing that.

"I mean I would love the opportunity to get to know the person I'm seeing, unfortunately for me she has a private instagram account and still hasn't accepted my follow request," he says with a joking frown and it has a predictable affect on my stomach as I feel my heart fluttering.

"Friend you're sleeping with," I correct him and he scoffs lightly but chooses not to disagree with me. "If it means so much then yes, I will accept your request," I tell him and he grins, spinning me around until I was laying under him and my smile mirrors his own. "Oh my gosh... chill out..."

"You are driving me crazy... so please tell me the previous confession is confirmation that I might somewhat be making progress here?" He asks and if his eyes and words weren't convincing enough, the moment he laid his body against mine, the answer was clear as the moan escaped me. "Oh thank fudgeness," he jokes and I laugh through his lips on mine.

"You're so horrible..." I tell him with a pout and he shakes his head as he sits up and pulls me to my feet behind him.

"Nope - I'm making pancakes and that makes me very nice person. Giving a hungover person breakfast food at three o'clock in the afternoon is good for my karmic balance," he tells me and I roll my eyes but follow him into the kitchen to help him cook. I won't lie and say that I didn't enjoy the morning, not in a rush without my clothes and just letting going with the flow because let's be honest, it was great and I was not doing well at navigating this ship.