All Over Her

Chapter 47: the morning after

I woke up before he did. He was sound asleep on my chest. I had almost forgotten I was wearing his clothes. I was surrounded by him. I never thought I'd feel like this for him. I care for him so deeply. I'm looking at him sleeping soundly, all I want is for him to be at peace all the time. I have no shred of idea how to go about this normally. I'm scared to an extent. I've had crushes, and I've hooked up, but I kinda hate how much I care about this.
I brush his hair softly, my fingers delicately feeling every strand. He holds onto me tighter. I can't tell if he's starting to wake up or maybe it's a subconscious thing. He looks so sweet when he's sleeping. I happen to like the quiet when he's asleep. As much as his sarcasm is welcomed, it always comes with a tinge of defense. I guess we're similar in that way. Might as well be mean than hurt.
His eyes flutter open, "Good Morning beautiful." His voice was raspy and deep.
I felt chills through my body, a weird affect over his voice but I liked it anyway.
"Morning." I touched his cheek.
"What time is it?"
I looked at the clock, "Quarter past seven."
"It's still early then." He got up from his bed, stretching widely. The muscles on his back contracted, as if wings would emerge from the skin. He scratched the bag of his head, turning to me and groggily wiping his face.
His room was still dark, but the slight light that was there added shadow to his body. He looked sculpted. Like every line on his body was touched with such precision to make sure no part was missing.
"Imma head to the washroom angel, I need to shower." He winked.
Should I take that as a hint? I mean we just did it last night so I wasn't sure. Maybe I should ask?
"Could.. Could I maybe join you?" I felt like that came off too awkward.
He smiled, reaching his hand out to me. I grabbed it, and he led me in. I sat myself on his counter as I watched him. Now with full bright lighting his features were softer. Instead of a grecian statue he was more of a Monet painting. Light brush strokes for each feature. The lining around his hands appeared to be a soft cushion. His curls were flowy, light, messy from sleep but he didn't seem to care. He looked so inviting, enticing.
In slow motion he smiled at me. The lines of his mouth curving upward. The stroke of the brush dragged his face upward. He was happy. He turned the knob of the shower, giving it a moment to get hot.
"You okay? You're zoning out a lot this morning." He ;eans next to me.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Just lost in thought." My heartbeat sped just looking at him.
"Well, what are you thinking about then?"
"You."
"What about me?"
"The way you look."
"Awe don't tell me I look worse in the light."
"The opposite really."
He slowly walks in front of me, gently pushing my legs apart and standing in between. He leans closer to me, his hands on each side.
"Tell me." He whispers.
"You look good Mattheo." I felt my body get hot.
"What about me looks good Cas?" His voice deepened, he stared intently, looking down at my lips.
"Everything."
"Spare no details." He looked back to my eyes, nearly inches away from my face.
"Your body looks amazing."
He hugs my waist, pulling me closer to him. He kisses me on the cheek. Once on each side. He then kisses my mouth. Slipping his tongue politely. I hold onto him, letting him kiss me harder until he backs away.
"Let's get in the shower."
I get off from the counter. He slips his shirt off me, then my underwear. I slip down his pants and boxers. He picks me up, leading us into the water. Steam had already been building up for a while and I didn't notice until I felt the humidity. The door of the shower was glass and there was no light on the roof of the shower. The tile was grey. His lips crashed into mine.