Whispering With You

29. Ew. We've turned into that gross sappy couple.

Sutton

KELLY NUZZLES HIS NOSE INTO MY NECK, inhaling deeply. And I'm not sure if it's the sensation against my skin or just that I love the simple act of him smelling me, but I shiver against him. He wraps his arms tighter around me, our bodies melded together on his bed, my back to his front.

We fell asleep cuddling last night but sought our own space at some point; and, like usual, we found our way back to each other in the morning.

He's been slowly urging me awake for the past few minutes, but I'm resisting, not quite ready to face the day. And my poor decisions from last night. Namely, the Sour Apple Pucker.

When his lips find my shoulder, I try to shrug him off. "No, Kelly." My voice comes out raspy and whiney.

He chuckles, his breath tickling my ear. "Baby girl." The amusement is apparent in his tone.

"Go away. I'm still sleeping."

"It's after 11:00, Sutton. Nearly half the day is gone already."

I extricate our tangled legs and attempt to roll away from him, but he circles his arms around me, reclaiming my feet with his.

"You sound like an old man, Kelly. When did you get so old? And mean." When I jut my butt out to pry some space between us, I'm greeted with his hard cock. "And get that thing away from me."

"Whoa, hang on a minute. What did my dick ever do to you? Well," he reconsiders, and I can almost hear the smirk on his face. "He did give you lots of orgasms last night."

"Yeah, well, the Sutton of last night was an idiot and I regret some stuff." I groan, burying my head in the pillow, mumbling my next words. "The Pucker, Kelly. I deeply regret that."

He chuckles, and I feel him shift beside me. I turn onto my back to see him climbing out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Burying my whole body under the blankets, I turtle my head out of the top. "It's cold without you. Come back and warm me up. Just no sex. I might puke all over you."

"That's hot, baby girl." I'm gifted with the sight of his naked ass as he walks across the room, and I appreciate the view.

"You're hot!" I yell after him when he disappears into the ensuite bathroom.

A few seconds later, I hear the shower turn on. I snuggle into the blankets, making myself comfortable again, but it's short-lived. The covers are yanked off me, the cold air licking my naked body, to reveal my evil boyfriend looming over me.

I toss onto my stomach, hiding my head under the pillow. "Go away, you big, fat meanie!"

With a hand on my ankle, he scooches me down the bed and then flips me onto my back. "I told you not to drink the rest of that alcohol, baby girl. You should have listened to me. Now you feel like shit and are paying the price."

He lugs me to my feet by pulling on my wrists. Once I'm standing, he lifts me, cradling me in his arms like a damn baby. "No need for the lecture, Kelly. Lesson learned. But why must it be awake time? Let's crawl back in bed for, I don't know, three more days. That'll probably be enough time to sleep away the feeling of death."

Setting me on my feet, he opens the shower door and escorts me inside, standing us under the water spray. The heat instantly jolts me awake and I groan, not quite sure whether it's from pleasure or pain.

Kelly runs his hands over my head to wet my hair. When he starts massaging shampoo into my scalp, my eyes fall closed and I sink into the wall of his body, allowing it to support me. He tilts my head back to rinse the shampoo, and I sigh. I could get used to this treatment.