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The Return Of The Sun

Virginie's Point Of View

December 6th

I wake up peacefully as the sun is peaking through the window of the room. I feel a big warm feeling of joy overwhelming me. I've rarely seen the sun since I'm in London, it's always dark or raining. I take this pure moment of joy and ravish in the warm and comfortable arms surrounding me. I slide my hand gently on the firm arm on my waist and smile to the smoothness of the skin.

"Good morning." I wish him, my voice quietly whistling as my eyes are still closed, enjoying this sleepy bliss.

I entwine our fingers together on my belly and slightly open my eyes not feeling the rings around his fingers. I look down, no tattoos either. I start giggling as I remember it's Matt I'm waking up to.

"Why are you laughing?" He whines in a low deep voice clearly still very sleepy.

"It's morning..."

"Go back to sleep..."

"I would if I wasn't feeling you on me right now." I giggle turning myself to face him.

It was weird feeling someone else than Harry. I have never been with anyone else. I liked what I felt, it amused me more than anything. It's weird, he's my best friend.

He is still beautifully sleeping, his mouth pouted my way. I take the hand I had in mine and look at it closely. It is not as smooth as H's, it's a bit rougher. It is, however, manlier. H's hands are big and artistic with very long fingers. Matt's hand is strong and very neat. I love his hand. It looks like he could handle a woman really well.

What am I thinking!?

I start giggling again and try to change my mind, because my thoughts are making me feel undesired things. To distract myself, I try to reach for my phone, over him, on his bedside table, but he catches my body and traps it tight in his arms.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" I laugh not knowing what he is doing as he slides his hands on my side. "Don't you dare tickle me Mathieu!"

"It sounds more like an invitation to me..." He smirks opening his eyes, finally waking up.

He doesn't listen to me for one second and lays me down next to him. His hands attack my sides as I bend in every possible direction. His hands find their way under my shirt to tickle me harder. My eyes are immediately attracted to his. He is beautiful. His blond hair is messy and he has the most childish, carefree, wide and bright grin on his lips. His lips... I look at them. They are fuller than Harry's, very attractive, they seem smooth and comfortable... more like kissable. I move my eyes up to his nose. It's very defined and shaped like an ancient Greek statue. My eyes meet his again as I realise he stopped tickling me. He takes a step away and sits against the head of his bed. I roll to face him and he looks down, but shyly smiles as the sun peaks between us.

"Well, it's definitely better waking up at this sight of you than the last time." He jokes, mocking me on purpose.

"Shut up Matt!" I let out with a smirk and mock him back. "I couldn't say the same thing because you were very hard on me today!"

"Sorry about that! But you chose to sleep with me instead of my sister." He says with sass and an attractive grin.

"Am I hearing you complain?" I reply with attitude.

"No, you did."

"No, I didn't..." I say truthfully, it was a nice kind of weird. I'm not complaining. "I found it funny that's all."