Through the Floorboards

7

Waking up without Lilliane in the flat or my room was always hard when she was away. As much as she annoyed me with her morning smiles and chirpy nature, she was the reason I would wake up. We complimented each other nicely; she was a morning person, and I was a night person, clearly.

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A broad chest with a scatter of hair on every aspect of him, smaller shoulders but still attractive as he lured over me, giving my hair a slight pull as I could feel his open mouth kisses against my neck, suddenly he was making his way down my neck and down my torso, my breath hitched in my throat as a moan threatened to spill out of my mouth.

As the feeling of his wet kisses trailed all over my body, leaving cold marks from his mouth, I suddenly felt his hand press firmly against my breast, massaging it every so gently. I was gasping for more; I needed more.

In almost ecstasy as he kissed my lips so gently, playing with the balls of nerves that were already built up in my stomach, as I went to try and grab this person's hair, I was met with nothing. I looked down, and there his eyes were piercing through my soul.

Emerald eyes. Freckled face, Jesus, please take the wheel and make this man not be the man I am dreaming about right now.

Before I could psych myself out, he closed his eyes and went back to eating me so good that I think I almost saw the light, his tongue playing all the right notes.

Not wanting to let out a kind of unholy noise, I heard a bang at the door. My eyes shot open, and I jumped out of bed, tripping over myself as I smoothed down my pyjamas and headed to the door.

I swung the door open, and there stood Travis. He was dressed up in his many suits, which always look so good on him. He had decided on a black suit with white detailing; he generally looked like James Bond.

I know I admire the look of Travis, but this time a scent started to come through as I stared at him content with what I was looking at. He had a wood-like smell to him, which was weirdly really nice.

I rubbed my eyes to make up an excuse for starting at him too long yet again, and he returned with a smile as we stood there for a few minutes, just awkwardly taking each other in.

"You know what time it is, right?" He asked as I let him in and walked myself to the kitchen, feeling his eyes burn into my ass. Oversize shirts and t-shirts are men's kryptonite, I swear.

"Yes, I am aware. I decided to take another nap after waking up and then decided I was going to work from home, and I am not feeling up to it today. Shall I ask why you woke me up?" I asked as I popped a coffee pod into the machine and placed a cup under the machine, switching it on, then spinning to face Travis, who took a seat on one of the kitchen chairs.

"For a reporter, you sure as hell don't keep up with anything. You did hear that Angie is due on the stands today, and it's not just a boring old skip day because you aren't feeling it," he said, cross-armed and raising one of his eyebrows.

"What! No! OMG, I have to go get changed!!" I screamed as I rushed off into the bathroom to take a shower as fast as I could.

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After almost dying from a world tour dance break in the shower, I jumped out and wrapped the towel around my body, placing my toothbrush back into the pot.

Is it weird that I brush my teeth while in the shower? I can't brush outside anymore; it feels too weird, and I am always afraid I'll forget to brush. No?