The Walter Boys Assistant

Chapter 15: Recovery

You feel like you're floating. The flutter of wings erupting in your belly as his hands rake through your hair. Alex has his eyes intently focused on your lips, a hard swallow audible. The lump in his throat rolled with the sound.

"Alex..." You breathe out, heart skipping beats. Shivers crawl through your skin all over your body as he leans in closer, his lips so close to yours, you can spy every detail on them. His tongue rolls over his lower lip, breathing shallow.

"(Y/n)," he whispers with his right hand cupping your cheek and jaw now, "I'm sorry I never saw you before."

Your knees feel as though they are about to buckle under your weight, but somehow stay in place. Everything around the two of you appears to be out of focus and irrelevant to this moment as Alex exhales once more.

When your lips part to speak, he takes action. His lips collide with yours in a manner of urgency. You take to him as though he's the only reason you are still breathing.

Your hands wrap around his neck in a hurry, drawing the kiss in deeper and he breathes hard against the motion of your lips. The more it continues, the more eager he becomes.

You've never felt anything like it. The taste of his lips. The touch of his hands on your face. It's electrifying - freeing.

You happily work with his movements, pulling as close as possible to him. If there's any space between the two of you, it sends you burning. As he pulls away, a whine releases from your throat. When your eyes lock, a smile presents itself on his face.

"Wake up." He speaks, rolling his thumb over your lower lip. Your brows furrow, unable to comprehend his command.

"What-"

"Wake up!" George's shouts sends your body into a fight or flight response and you jolt upright, looking around frantically before coming to terms with reality. Alex is beside you, wide eyed and panicked as he looks to you and then his father in the doorway.

"Dad!" Alex groans, scooting himself to the foot of the bed and hangs his legs off the edge. You remain in place, heart thundering in your chest. Between the dream you had just experienced and being jostled awake, you are in a complete state of panic. Your heart is beating so fast, it hurts and the rapid breathing from your chest does not help matters.

"What the hell is going on here?" George barks, his stance looming in the doorway whilst Alex lunges to his feet. He fixes his shirt, which appears to have gotten twisted and jumbled in his tossing and turning through the night.

"I was helping (Y/n) with her room last night and I fell asleep." Alex rushes to explain as George angrily studies his son from head to toe before looking back to you. You are still in your clothes from after your shower yesterday afternoon - a long sleeved crop top with black leggings. Even being this covered up, you somehow feel bare and exposed beneath George's judging eyes.

"Outside. Now."

"George, please-" You go to protest but the glare in his eyes causes you to go still. When you look back to Alex, he is already turned away and leaving the room. As soon as he has left the room, George crosses his arms.

"Nothing happened, George."

"Should I be worried? Calling your parents?"

"What? No! Come on! We fell asleep after spending hours on moving rooms around!" You snap out of frustration. By this point, it's getting out of hand. How could he ever think that you and Alex would do something? Especially under their roof with everyone home? It irked you that he could even consider you would do something so disrespectful towards his family.