Beach Body

you'll never guess

Georgia Hydes' P.O.V:
I was crashed against the closed door and Andre's soft lips slamming against my own. My mind was totally torn about what I thought was right and what I should do. But as my lips started to move with his, my judgement started to cloud and my body started to warm with his touch, as his hands trailed slowly from my cheeks to my hips. His touch fueled the fire within me and before I knew it I was deepening the kiss, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.
From the low growls coming from his chest, I could tell Andre was getting excited and I started to panic.
No! You should not be doing this! For once in your life, listen to this part of your brain. Listen to logic: you'll only get hurt!
I broke the kiss and shoved Andre away. He looked confused. Jaw tightening at the thought of what I had just let myself do, I answered Andre's confused expression and his silence with five words:
"Don't ever do that again," I growled before quickly exiting to my bedroom and slamming the door, out of vexation, behind me.

What did you do? You kissed him, you moron. Well, thanks for the support. Hello? I AM YOU. I can't support you if you don't support yourself. Sort yourself out, love.
Yeah, yeah. Why'd you have to be right?

I guess I must have been tired because as soon as my head hit the pillow, when I jumped on my bed angrily, I fell asleep. Ah well.

*

I woke up to the smell of toast and bacon. Odd I thought.

Brushing my hair back and tying it into a messy bun, I threw on my dressing gown and headed out to the kitchen.

What I saw would both frustrate me and fascinate me. Andre. Stood in just a towel. Okay, I have to stop this, even if I do just want to stare at his perfectly sculpted abs.

"Like what you see?" Well that snapped me out of staring. But does he have to be so arrogant. Stupid, of course he does.

"We should make it another rule that you have to be in more than a towel." I added "And you can't be shirtless."

I stared at the floor, my face turning red with a mix of embarrassment and fluster.

"Why?" He asked with confidence "does my shirtlessness bother you?"
A smirk played his lips.

"Yes." I stated before I thought about what I was going to say. Whoops. Okay we can fix this. "It's indecent." Seriously? Indecent? That's the best you could do?

He gave a hearty chuckle "you just can't deal with the fact that you find me attractive." He stated like it was nothing "It's okay. It would be considered strange, in this town, if you didn't."

I scoffed at his arrogance. We sat in silence for a while. I was thinking about how all this talk of 'he's not the way he acts' is total bollocks. He, on the other hand, spent the silence staring at me with a smirk on his face.

He broke the silence,however, by asking me if I wanted some breakfast. I agreed, with hesitation, contemplating whether I was likely to get food poisoning from someone who probably has all their food cooked for them, gourmet style.

"How many eggs?" He asked, facing the hob, his voice muffled by the crackling coming from the cooking eggs.

"None." I replied bluntly.

"You don't like eggs?" He asked, an expression of curiousity covering his face.

"No."

"Okay."

Not long after our lengthy discussion, I was served a plain, old bacon sandwich.
"Thanks" I muttered. I didn't know whether he heard me but for once in my life didn't really care.