Beach Body

What happened next...

The room was silent for a moment before I piped in with the only question on my mind: "um... What just happened?"

"I guess we fell asleep." She stated, quietly, as though she had something on her mind. Whatever she was thinking of tinged her cheeks pink. God, I love that blush.

I knew it wouldn't help her obvious, slight panic, but I thought it only fair that she know. "They're gonna think we're together, you know?"

I watched her eyes land on the floor, a look of sadness cross her face. My stomach clenched at the thought of her sadness, especially as I was responsible for it. She had turned away from me now, and the determination to make her feel better became more apparent. I held her hands in my own, turning her to face me. Her eyes softened, a little, at my comforting her. But something changed in her expression- a fear. She slid her hands from my grip and walked away from me. I let her walk away from me once, so easily, with a chance of never seeing her again. I couldn't repeat the situation knowing that the likelihood of not seeing her became more probable. I followed her.

She slowed to a stop, turning to face me, leaning against the wall. "You should go," She said, the sadness emanating from her voice, her eyes glassing over "go call a friend to pick you up or something."  

"I can't." I told her truthfully. The desperation, for her not to avoid me, clear in my voice.

I had never followed anybody before, ever. But there was something about her that I just couldn't let go of. I couldn't rest without knowing she was safe, happy and with me.

The confusion on her face was only brief but I noticed it. "You do have friends, right?" I watched as her back stiffened with my hesitated response. "Tell me you have friends."

I chuckled at her odd question. "I have friends, England. I just don't want to leave, just yet."

"Why?" She asked "Don't you have superstar things to do?" The blue of her eyes becoming clearer as her eyes became more glassy.

"Oh, yeah, sure." I stated, interrupting her defensive protests "But I'd much rather talk to you, for a while."

She was looking down, in thought, for a while, before she just gave a slight nod of the head. She was still looking down at the floor but I had to see those eyes. "England." I spoke, quietly but enough for her to hear me. She looked me in the eyes, the bluey/grey of her eyes sparkling. "You're so beautiful, you know that?"

She seemed a little taken aback by my question. She seemed to be in deep thought before mumbling "Well, thanks." By the tone of her words, I could tell she was just thinking out loud but I decided to respond, whether the previous statement was aimed at me or not.

"Um, you're welcome?" I responded "So can I stay for a while? Just a couple of days. I just need to get away from it all, for a while." At the mention of the time length, Georgia's eyes flared red with irritation. But only for a second. Some sort of thought process seemed to calm her down and allow her to think rationally. 

"Okay." She said, releasing a breath "If you're going to stay here there are some rules. okay?"

"Sure, England. Throw 'em at me." Anything that would allow me to be near to her for as long as possible.

I saw a brief frown, her eyebrows scrunching, slightly, in a really cute way.

"Number 1," she started "you stay in the guest room."

I simply, nodded in response, listening to the rest of her conditions.

  "Number 2, you don't interrupt me when I get ready in the mornings, in case I am getting ready for class. I can't be late." 

I nodded again.

"And finally, numéro trés, do not ever try and take anything from me." I was confused. Why would I steal from her? I have everything I could possibly need. I was about to protest but her interruption clarified things for me, a smile forming on my face "The TV remote, my food- I never share. You want some, get your own." 

I simply, nodded again, showing I was okay with her rules.

Irritation was clear in her eyes, they darkened for a second, before stating her last rule.

  "Oh," she spat "and don't ever bring any of your whores here. This place already kinda smells, I don't need your regular exercise adding to it."  That rule sent hurt passing through my veins, the anger clear from my tensed shoulders and fisted hands.

I had to get her to trust me. Sighing, I started "I told you, that part was just for show. I would never disrespect you like that."

She gave out a sigh of resignation before saying "I'm not your girlfriend, so why do you care so much about my respect?"

She seemed tired of talking to me, and began to walk away, but I had to show her how I felt about her. She'd almost reach her room and was about to open the door, but I grabbed her hand and turned her to face me. She was going to ask what I was doing, I just knew it, but before she could ask, I slammer her body against the wall, crashing my lips against hers.

She seemed shocked, at first, but she soon gave in to her own stubbornness and kissed me back. The feel of her lips against my own sent my  body into full arousal and I began to grip at her hips, leaning into her more and deepening the kiss. Her breathing hitched and something sparked within her. She began to grab fistfuls of my hair, causing a low groan to erupt from within me. The arousal and excitement was becoming clear from down below and I groaned again. Panic was written across Georgia's face as she pulled away and said through gritted teeth "Don't ever do that again." I simply stared at her as she stomped into her room. I would usually follow her but I had a feeling that her problem was with her own emotions, rather than with me. This time, it felt acceptable to leave her be.

It was late and we were both tired. Maybe I should just go to bed.