July 27th, 2024
"You won't believe half the things I see inside my head,
Wait till you see half the things that haven't happened yet,
But what would you do,
If I went to touch you now?"
Beckett
Bailey and I are playing with fire.
I don't know what possessed me to completely veto my shirt last night, but I was regretting it the second Bailey's eyes traced over my torso.
And I am ultimately regretting it right now, too.
I don't even remember falling asleep last night, so you can imagine my confusion when I woke up this morning, and I can feel Bailey everywhere.
Not Bailey through her shirt, either.
No, because my girlfriend and I were facing each other and her body was pressed firmly against mine.
By my hand.
Up her shirt.
On her bare back.
Really high up her back.
Where a bra should be, but isn't.
Fuck my life.
Either her baggy t-shirt had ridden up through the night, or I had subconsciously slid my hand up the back of it to pull her towards me. And something was telling me it was the latter.
Bailey's head was tucked under my chin, her even breathing telling me that she is still asleep, while my mind is reeling because I was right.
Her skin is smooth everywhere.
Taking a deep breath, I force myself to slowly retract my hand but freeze when Bailey shifts. A breathy groan leaves her parted lips as she turns from her side, and onto her back. Her movement causes me to tense up, because somehow our position is even worse now.
My hand now rests palm down really high up on her stomach, and I can just barely feel the underside of her breasts.
You need to move, Beckett.
Now.
Deciding it can't get any more tortuous than this position, I slowly pull my hand out the rest of the way, cringing when I graze the rest of her smooth waist. When my hand is finally out, I grab the hem of her t-shirt in the front before pulling that down too.
Breathe, Beckett.
Leaning behind me, I grab my phone before checking the time.
10:37am.
Okay, so we slept in. If we get up now, we could take thirty minutes to get ready and grab some lunch before hitting the road back home.
Or you could just lay with her a little longer.
Before y'all go back to the real world.
"You're thinking too loud," Bailey groans tiredly, and her body shifts again as she lifts her head to my chest, throwing her arm around my torso.
Laying here it is this.
"Sorry," I chuckle lightly, wrapping my arm behind her to pull her closer into me.
We lay like that for a few minutes, but Bailey's eyelashes aren't fluttering freely like they do when she sleeps, and her lips aren't parted anymore, telling me that she's awake, but trying to avoid being so.
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to live for the hope of it all.
Romance"If you are ever lucky enough to come across something so beautiful it shifts your whole world, don't ever let that go." Beckett Davis: I've been in love with Bailey Connors since I was 7 years old and she gave me back my soccer ball. We've been nei...
