I crawl out from under his heavy arm and onto his toned body. He is still sleeping. Awe I tired my baby boy out. I bring my hand up his chest tracing his slightly showing abs. His body gives a slight twist under mine. I smile and bring my hand to his hair which is all over the place. I give it a few twist between my fingers and his eyes flutter open.
   "Morning." I smile moving my hips into his. 
   He grabs my hips and shakes his head "no." 
   "What time is it?" He asks. I giggle at his voice, which is groggy from his sleep.
   "Almost ten." I answer.
   "Either get off of me and lay with me or keep playing with my hair, so I can go back to sleep. Please." He closes his eyes.
  I get off of him and lay next him. Facing him I begin to play with his hair. He lets out a noise and nods his head getting comfortable in my chest. I cannot help but to smile as he gets comfortable with me.
                              I stay awake laying in his bed rubbing his head and back watching TV. He moves around in my hold and lets out a little stretch. I look down at him and he lets out a smile.
                              "What do you want to do today?" He asks.
                               "I don't know. I don't live here." I answer.
                                 "The Grove?" He suggests.
                                 "Sure." 
                              He lays back down and I give him a confused look that he can't see.
                                 "Grant what are you doing?" I ask.
                                 "I just wanted an extra minute to cuddle with you." 
                                 I try my best to get out of his hold. I got out of the bed and walk to my suitcase with him following me. I sit down on the floor and Ethan sits beside me. I open my bag and move back a little hitting Ethan. He pulls me onto his lap and he helps me find an outfit for the day.
                                 "This." He pulls out a pair of white shorts with lace trim and a black high neck tank top.
                                 "Shoes?" I ask.
                                 "White Converse. I will wear the same." 
                                 I turn to him and peck his lips.
                                 "What would I do without you?" I ask.
                                 He shrugs and bring his hands up, smiling.
                                 "I am going to choose what you wear." I get up, pulling him up with me.
                                 We walk to his closet. He wraps his arms around my waist and pick out a white t-shirt to go with denim acid wash joggers. 
                              We finish getting ready and head to The Grove.
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Fanfiction"To Ethan: I miss leaning my forehead on yours and staring into your chocolate eyes. Most of all I miss kissing your soft pink lips." © ImVictoriaOkay / 2015
 
                                               
                                                  