Cherry Bomb [H.S.]

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

My eyes squint just as they're open due to the light peeking through the blinds of the room. I turn away from it before trying to open them any further due to their sensitivity from barely being awake, and I panic for a moment when I don't immediately recognize the room I'm in. It's then that I hear a small whimper beside me - causing me to look down and see Marlowe laying there. She's still asleep from what I can tell, but she's trying to move closer to me - as if I've stolen the warmth from her by shifting around. I smile softly as I drop my hand to caress her cheek for a moment before sponging a kiss to her forehead.

I allow myself to wrap my body around hers for a while - nuzzling my face into the side of her neck as I treasure this closeness. Sure, I spent the night at Rylan's quite often when we were together, but we didn't cuddle like this. I didn't want to form my body to her in the way that I need to form my body to Marlowe's. When she's close to me like this, I can't help but be completely consumed by her presence.

As I lay there, memories of last night come flooding back into my mind, and I swallow harshly as I fight the blood that I can feel rushing towards my cock. The last thing I need is to get morning wood the first time Marlowe lets me sleep in the bed with her. I know it's a normal thing, but that would just tick off another box of embarrassing things that my body has managed to do in front of her since we've stepped over our line of friendship.

I steady my breathing as I can't help but think about the way her body felt in my hands as she straddled my waist. The way her lips felt as she gave me what was easily the best blowjob of my life. The way I felt her clench around my fingers as she came. It all seemed like it could've been a dream, just like I told her last night, but the fact that it isn't is so hard for me to fathom.

For years I had pictured what it would be like to be intimate with Marlowe in that way, and I hated myself for it back then. I felt like the biggest skeeze for thinking of my best friend in more than a platonic way when she wasn't aware. But last night...last night exceeded my expectations regardless of the fact that I haven't even seen her naked yet, and I wasn't even close to being inside of her.

I sigh as I untangle myself from Marlowe's body, and I lean down to press another soft kiss to the side of her neck that's exposed to me before carefully slipping out of the bed. As I go to leave the room, I can't help but glance back at her one more time - my heart clenching in the best way at just how beautiful she looks.

Heading into the kitchen, I open up the fridge and take a carton of eggs out along with some shredded cheese and butter. I place a pan on the stove to preheat before cracking open four eggs into a bowl to whisk them together. From there, I begin to make scrambled eggs and buttered toast - along with cutting up some mixed fruits.

Just as the coffee pot beeps to signal that it's ready, I hear footsteps coming down the hallway, and I look over to see Marlowe heading in my direction with her arms around herself. She gives me a sleepy smile which spreads a warmth in my chest that she nuzzles her face right into once she reaches me.