Drunk on Your Love

Chapter 17

  I wake up laying across Nathan's bare chest. I can feel the heat of the sun beaming down on my bare back, which is strange since it's fall, but it feels good.

  My arms are around Nathan's neck, and his are around my back, hugging me to him. The sound of his breathing steady breathing tells me he's still sleeping. My eyes stay closed as I listen to his slow heart beat, counting them. One, two, three. I hug him tighter, never wanting to let go. Nathan sturs under me, making a sexy moaning sound as he hugs me closer to him. I pretend I'm asleep.

  "I know you're awake you good," he mumbles in his sleepy voice. God, he's sexy.

  "Well, that's no fun. I was pretending. Shhh, I'm sleeping," I say, smiling and moving my head under his jaw. I kiss the bottom of it, making him giggle. So cute.

  Nathan rolls, propping himself up on his elbow. He lays on his side as I lay on my back. His face looks like he's thinking hard about something, then he bites his lip. I think he's trying to kill me with his sexiness. "Last night, was..."

  "It was amazing. I wouldn't take it back for the world." I finish, lifting my hand up to stroke his face. He makes a growling noise in the bottom of his throat, sounding super sexy.

  I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his face to mine, kissing him. The memory of last night cloud keeps coming up in my mind, and I smile against his kiss. I roll so I'm on top of him. I run my fingers through his hair as I press my forehead down on his. "Just so you know," I begin, tugging on his hair. " I don't regret last night. I don't regret any second of it. Last night, was a huge step for me, and I'm trying not to scare you by saying that, but it was. I, I feel closer to you now. Closer than we ever were before, and that might just be me, but I'm glad last night happened,"

  Nathan smiles and kisses my forehead. "I'm glad last night happened too. And yes, I feel the same way."

  We lay there for about five minutes before he breaks the silence again. "We better get up," he stands up and walks over to his closet.

  I prop myself up on my elbow, and arch an eyebrow.

  "What? You want all this?" he says, showing off his body.

  "I already got it last night. So pretty much, yeah," I say, trying to keep a serious face but fail miserably. I stand up, with the sheet around me, and grab Nathan's shirt from the ground, the memory of me sliding it off coming back. I smile as I pull it over my head, then I find my pair of spandex super short shorts and slip those on, since they are practically underwear.

  Nathan turns around after slipping on boxers and his sweatpants, and he arches an eyebrow when he sees me. "Now that's not fair. You look way sexier in that than me,"

  I laugh and do a model pose for him, which causes him to run up to me and tackle me. He throws me on to the bed and starts tickling me, making me scream.

  "NATHAN! OH MY GOD STOP! AHAHAHA!!! STOP!!! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME PEE AND I'M NOT WEARING THE PROPER PANTS!!!"

  He laughs at this, and pulls away. I jump on his back, and he piggyback's me down the stairs, both of us still laughing. He piggyback's me all the way to the kitchen, and sets me on the counter. He walks to the cupboards and starts pulling out pans. Then he walks to the kitchen and pulls out eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns. Yum.

  I continue to sit on the counter and cross my legs, looking out the window. It looks warm outside. the sun shining through the bright blue sky, barely any clouds. That's when I notice the soccer nets. "Nath, do you play socc- uh, football?" I ask, changing the word to football. Nathan hates it when people call it soccer. He thinks it's stupid.