CONSUME

[32] after last night

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axel conynghim

"Would you do me a favor, and limit the PDA?" Aidan told me, walking out of the bathroom the second that Kameron walked down the hall and down the stairs. I bit back my smile, strangely loving that she's wearing my clothes. I crossed my arms across my chest, still leaning against the doorway of my bedroom. Aidan approached me, standing where Kameron once was. We heard the front door of the house click and shut, indicating she'd gone home.

"PDA?" I asked with sass. "How is it PDA? We're not in public. It's my home. Am I not allowed to do what I want in my own bedroom?" 

Aidan rolled his eyes, his blonde hair a total mess. Why is this loser even awake at the crack of dawn? He should be sleeping, or snoring obnoxiously loud, the way that Austin does too. Snoring has always been one of their worst qualities. Yet another thing that they've inherited from our father, that I didn't.

"You can do whatever you want in your bedroom, Axel. Please," Aidan scoffed. "Just keep it within the bedroom. Spare me the details." 

"Whatever," I clenched my teeth, feeling a blush on my cheeks at the idea of him having seen my hands on Kameron. Not only that, but his use of the words 'details' makes me uneasy. I can't even begin to think about what it'd be like if he knew even half of the details. 

The details... details of what Kameron and I have done together. What we did last night. How good it was and how beautiful she is. Her deep brown colored eyes that glimmer with a honey tint. They darken when she's upset and they widen when she's pouting her lips. Her rounded pink lips that sit beneath her buttoned nose. It turns red in the cold and when she's blushing, and it twitches when she's disgusted or mad. 

Her hair that makes me crazy for some reason. The curls suit her perfectly, and I love it especially when they're messy. 

Her soft skin that tastes amazing. 

It doesn't feel fair that I get to experience her. I do, and that alone has me perplexed. But now that I've got her I can't let go, and I definitely can't have anybody else take her. Or touch her, or think about her. Or fantasize about her, or wonder about details. Aidan and the details-- he couldn't even begin to image it. Imagine it, imagine her. What she looks like. 

Don't think he deserves to imagine it. Now having made myself upset at the idea of anybody else imagining Kameron, I frowned. Flaring my nostrils with sheer jealousy that is completely unwarranted, I said:

"Why the fuck are you even awake? It's like six in the morning." My tone is snappy. I straightened out my back to appear taller. Though, Aidan and I are the exact same height. 

"I have homework to do," Aidan said, not bothering to address my attitude. Sensibly so, since I tend to have an attitude with my siblings quite often. Aidan's calm head and easygoing nature is one of the only things that keep me grounded. He balances me out in many ways. 

"I wanted to wake up early and get a workout in." Aidan continued. He eyed me up and down, looking at my hair that was surely a complete mess-- and not the kind that occurs from only sleeping. I gulped, feeling caught by my older brother. I have sex hair. I have sex hair. Me. And it's from Kameron.

Then Aidan eyed my wrinkly hoodie and pants that are too baggy on me. The loose nature of my clothes is intentional, and it always has been. Aidan looked at the socks on my feet, then back at my face before saying, "You should join me. Get some exercise."

I wanted to say that I'm tired. Damn it, I don't need anymore working out. I'm totally exhausted from last night and I never in my entire life have willingly woken up earlier than twelve in the afternoon. It was only because Kameron woke up that I did as well, because I didn't want to miss a moment with her. If it were up to me however, I'd be deep in a dream about growing wings, or something.