If Only (GxG)

Chatper 24 Someone In The House

A/N
I can't think of a song for this one—I've been on a bus this whole time and just now realised I had my earbuds with me the entire time. Betrayed by my own brain. Gasp.

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Alison's POV

The early morning light filtered through the tall penthouse windows, casting soft golden streaks across the sheets, wrapping everything in a warm, dreamy glow.

The city outside was still waking—muffled traffic, the distant hum of life—but inside Blake's bedroom, everything was perfectly still. Peaceful. Warm.

And I was so comfortable.

Blake's arms were wrapped securely around me, one draped over my waist, the other tucked beneath her pillow. Her long legs tangled effortlessly with mine, as if even in sleep, she had no intention of letting me go.

I sighed, utterly content, and snuggled closer, nuzzling into the soft fabric of her sleep shirt. She smelled warm, like sleep and the faintest hint of her expensive perfume lingering from the night before.

A happy little wiggle worked its way through me before I could stop it, pressing me impossibly closer to her warmth.

Blake stirred slightly, shifting just enough to tighten her hold, as if instinctively ensuring I wasn't going anywhere.

My heart melted.

I could stay like this forever.

But, unfortunately, my stomach had other plans.

As much as I adored being wrapped up in my girlfriend's arms, I was starving, and breakfast before work sounded too good to resist.

I tilted my head slightly, peeking up at her face—relaxed, peaceful, dark hair a little mussed from sleep, lips slightly parted.

God, she was beautiful.

She was always composed, always so effortlessly put together, but like this? Soft and warm, her breathing steady against my skin? She was devastating. And mine.

I sighed, torn between staying wrapped up in her forever and my ever-growing need for pancakes.

Right. Time to make my escape.

I knew better than to just move—Blake would only tighten her hold, ensuring I stayed exactly where she wanted me. So I had to be strategic. Gentle. Patient.

It took nearly ten minutes of soft kisses to her jaw, whispered I love yous, and the kind of gentle coaxing that required every ounce of willpower I had. She grumbled, barely stirring at first, but eventually, after a few more well-placed kisses and murmured reassurances, her grip loosened just enough.

Victory.

Carefully, I slipped out of her grasp, moving slowly to avoid waking her fully. Just before I pulled away completely, I pressed one last lingering kiss to her shoulder, letting myself savor the warmth of her skin.

The moment my feet hit the cool hardwood, a satisfied grin spread across my lips.

Time for pancakes.