One Temptation

Girlfriend, Huh? (Chapter 78)

Filler Chapter, and I'd enjoy this peace because it's one of the last one's before things blow up in our faces. 

Also, I'd love to know, who's a side character that you think needs more screen time? Who do you want to punch in the face the most? Which side character annoys you the most?

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Madison's POV:

I woke up warm. The kind of warm that seeps into your bones, makes you want to melt further into the blankets and never move again. Except it wasn't just blankets.

Kaleb West—the six-foot-something human was currently wrapped around me like I was his favourite pillow. His arm was heavy over my waist, his chest pressed to my back, one of his legs tangled lazily between mine. 

It was like he was afraid I'd try to sneak away in the middle of the night, which was hilarious because one: I'd been out cold since the second my head hit the pillow, and two: if I had moved, he definitely would've woken up instantly. He sleeps like he's half-ready for a fight. But right now? He looked like the picture of peace.

I shifted a little and something soft brushed my face. His shirt. The one I was meant to put on last night before falling asleep, except I didn't even make it that far. I'd been so tired — drained in every possible way — that the second I crawled into his arms, that was it. Lights out.

And now here I was. Completely naked in Kaleb West's arms.

And just like that, every single thing from last night slammed into my brain at once.

My mum was right about us sneaking into tents.

I'd never—ever—felt anything like it. 

Before West, sex and all the stuff around it was just... meh. Not bad, not great, just not something that lit me up. But him? Every flick of his finger every slow, deliberate drag of his tongue, every look he gave me like he knew exactly how to ruin me—he was unreal.

I came harder sitting on his face than I thought was even physically possible. And then him fucking my mouth, it was messy, hot, filthy perfection. No shame, no hesitation, just his hands in my hair and my own drool on my chin.

After last night, there was no question in my mind—I was ready. Ready to give him every single part of me. The way he'd reassured me last night, telling me he wasn't going to push me. That had been the only thing keeping me grounded. I'd been close to saying screw it, but I wasn't having my first time in a tent, and we still had to talk about birth control.

But mentally? My body? It was his. Every part of me was his.

We eventually cleaned up—or he cleaned up while I basically sat there useless, wrecked and grinning like an idiot. Then I'd just... fallen asleep in his arms, completely spent.

Now, the morning light was filtering through the tent walls, soft and golden. I turned my head and there he was, still sleeping. Hair a little messy, lips parted slightly, light stubble shadowing his jaw. God, he was unfairly good-looking. I reached out, running my fingers through his soft hair, down the side of his face. 

He didn't stir when I pressed the lightest kiss to his lips. I was just about to check my phone when I felt him shift.

"Mm," he murmured, voice still rough from sleep. His eyes cracked open, that deep blue meeting mine. "Good morning."

My stomach flipped. How was a two-word greeting already turning me on?

"Morning," I whispered back.

He smiled lazily, tugging me back down into his chest. "How you feeling?"