Consequences of Falling in Love With a Frat Boy

Family Time (Looks Like A Bonfire Night)

Chapter 72

“Afternoon beautiful.” Coos Niall in my ear. Snuggling into Niall I smile as he plants soft kisses along my shoulder.

“Good Afternoon.” I say as I roll over facing him.

Looking at Niall, my breath caught as I took him in. The smile he wore beamed and it made me feel warm inside, despite the fact that even though it was summer in L.A, the temperature had dropped down to 64 degrees and it was planning on being that way for the next couple of days. Raising a hand Niall goes to push my hair out my face, his hand brushing on my forehead sending shivers down my body, making me close my eyes.

2 weeks had passed since me and Max accompanied Harry back here for a job they needed assistance with. A week since I got drugged trying to distract a target and a few days since I finally put my foot down and told Niall how I felt, which led to arguing, and crying, which eventually led to a--- let’s just say a FANTASTIC night. Since Niall and I got back together we didn’t leave his little back house. 3 days went by, and we blocked out the world. No cellphones and no going out. We stayed in our pajamas, ate junk food, talked, kissed, watched TV, cuddled, sleep, knocked boots, so to speak, and we kept to each other. In the past few days that we locked ourselves up in the room, I had to say they were the best days ever. We didn’t have to worry about ‘Jobs’, training, or worry about who the unknown bounty hunter was, who subsequently was still after me. We lived like a normal couple. Normal, that was something new.

Looking into Niall’s sparkling blue eyes, I smiled up at him as he hovered over me.

“How did you sleep?” ask Niall as he smiled down at me.

“Perfectly, what about you?”

Niall lowers his face inches from mine as he says, “I slept well.”

Slowly brushing his lips on mine, he shifts his weight over me. Placing both hands on each side of my head as he gets into his push up position. The first time Niall had did the ‘Push up motivation kiss’ workout was back at his condo, and ever since we made up it became a normal morning work out that he did and I didn’t complain. A hot, tattooed, Irish, bad boy, punker, with a breath taking body that flexed every time he came down to a plant a kiss upon my lips, yeah I had nothing to complain about.

Giggling like a love-struck preteen, I ran my hand down his bare chest as I said, “You’re make me hot.”

Leaning over me he looks down at me and cocks his eyebrow, “Told you, you’d get addicted.”

I laugh, “I am not.”

He snorts, “Yeah okay princess.”

“What I’m serious.”

“You’re in denial. There’s nothing bad about liking sex, you’re okay. So let it off your chest. You’ll feel better.”

“I never said I didn’t like it.”

“But you’re not saying you did.”

“I did!”

Niall chuckles as he says, “Let me rephrase that, you’re not saying that you’re addicted.”

“I’m not saying it because I’m not.”

Leaning down Niall begins to set small kisses down my neck, down my breast. Making me close my eyes and sigh against the gentleness of his kiss. Continuing down he trails his tongue down my stomach as he stops, and looks up at me, and winks as he says, “So you’re saying that if I told you that I wanted to have you for breakfast, you would say no?”