Cupid's Target

23- FANTASTIC

I woke up feeling like a new person.
Wayne and I have woken up next to each other before, but never in the way we did today.

He has me held against him, grip as tight as ever.

I guess morning wood is real.

In a teasing mood, thinking he's still asleep, I scoot closer to him, rubbing my butt all over him there, laughing to myself while doing so.

"You're not slick Cherry." His deep voice croaked from behind. His morning voice always made me feel some type of way.

Just when I thought Wayne couldn't get any hotter, he always does.

You see, what I liked about Wayne and I was that I could always snap back. We loved to see each other melt, only for one another though.

"What do you mean?" I played dumb, rubbing myself all over him again, this time moving his hand up to the hem of my bra, his finger tips almost touching my nipples.

He immediately retracted back, making me frown to myself.
"You're as dangerous as me, Evelyn. I hope you know that." He sighs, getting up from bed, stretching his long arms and torso.

He looked extremely tasty from the back.

"I know Wayne. I know." I winked to him, following his steps.

We both stood in the mirror like we used to. We observed our bodies, each others. I was as obsessed with myself as he's obsessed with himself.

"You know everyone's gonna lose their shit when they see us together right?" I rolled my eyes, turning around to hug his torso.
"Let em." He whispered in my ear. His hand made its way down my back rubbing up and down.

I sat on a bar stool in his kitchen , waiting for him to leave his room to take me home.

He came walking down the stairs in some red shorts, his hair dangling in his face.

This is the most handsome man on the universe.

"Are we popping out tonight cherry?" The keys swung around his index finger, making a jingle noise along with it.

"So soon Wayne?"
" Some guys on the team are having a party tonight. I'm pretty sure all your friends know about it already." He came closer to me on the stool. His finger landed on my thigh and glazed it the whole time while speaking.

"We'll see." I shrugged, hopping off the bar stool to the front door.

I wasn't sure if that's what I wanted right now. Nothing against him, nothing at all. I think i just need to still have some type of freedom. I also don't want to be a fool for him anymore. I can't handle the embarrassment of saying he's mine and getting left again.

The car ride was smooth and sweet. His hand placed on my thigh and the other on the wheel. The music played soft and slow. The wind gushed through the windows, giving us some white noise.

"Can I call you Roy?" I broke the silence with my thoughts.

I don't know why, but Roy seems so nice. I loved the name. I still can't believe he hid his name from me for so long.

"Why Roy?"
"Why not?"
He shrugged in return.
"Alright cherry, Roy is nice."

As we arrived to my house, I saw the girls cars still outside my house, and reality hit.

Everything that had just happened, everything that felt like a whole month, happened over night. It's not like I intended on hosting a sleepover and abandoning my friends. I planned on coming back home!
"shit." I whispered.
"I think they're waiting for you." Wayne chuckled, pointing at my window.