𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝟏)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓𝟒

The soft dim of a golden hue cast over my eyes, forcing them to open through hazy blinks. My eyes only fully opening when I felt a shift in the object my leg was currently thrown over.

Focusing my eyes on the blurry figure, I trailed them down the tanned skin, covered in intricate roses to morph the the harsh lines of cruelty into something beautiful.

Rowan.

He had his back turned to me, the thin sheet of material we were sharing hovering over his waist. Carefully, I slipped my leg off of his body and curled it under me—Only to freeze when I didn't feel the usual cloth on my thigh and instead just bare skin.

I blinked, trailing my eyes over my body before lifting the sheet just barely enough to show the rest of Rowan.

I was Naked.

He was Naked.

We were both Naked in his bed.

Heat coursed down my body, filling every limb with a fiery sensation—Oh God, what if someone walked in on us right now? Naked—

Yeah, you hormonal little— you didn't think about that when you were—

I snapped myself out of my own head after kicking the stupid voice into a dark closet and locking the door shut—Every voice faded into the endless abyss of my mind when Rowan suddenly stirred, the muscles in his back tensing before fading back to their relaxed state.

Suddenly I didn't care about us being naked, I was too focused on his sleeping figure. His back moved with every small breath he took, his figure so utterly peaceful I couldn't help the way my lips slightly curved on their own.

Scooting closer to him, I pressed my chin on his shoulder and wrapped my hand around his arm, pressing my front to his back. "Rowan?" I whispered, a smile threatening my lips.

He hummed, the sound rough as he slightly shifted his body. "It's morning," I stated, tracing my fingers along the muscles on his arm.

"Is it?" He mumbled, his voice groggy and quiet, a deep rasp clinging to the tone. I nodded, biting back a smile. "Yes."

He hummed against, shifting his body until he felt comfortable enough to respond. "So?"

I smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his shoulder. "So.. I'm hungry." I replied, feeling the familiar edge of hunger crawl in my lower stomach.

He groaned quietly, turning onto his stomach to hug his pillow. He sunk his cheek into the pillow, shaking his head almost. "No.. you're always hungry."

Ouch.

Frowning, I ignored the crawl in my stomach and climbed onto his back, feeling the rough skin against my bare stomach.

I pressed my cheek on the blade of his shoulder, sprawling over him. "I'm.. really, really hungry, Rowan.." I mumbled, feigning desperation on my tone.