Hostage

Chapter 21- Strippers and Tattoos

Reagan POV

I woke up the next morning with the biggest smile on my face. I was lying on my stomach and when I turned my head to the right, I rolled my eyes.

"Stop staring at me, you creeper", I told Louis.

He laughed softly, tracing circles on my back. He was propped on his hand, wearing nothing but the covers.

"Sorry, but I've been up for a while. You snore like a grown man."

"Shut up. You weren't complaining last night."

"I actually did", he kissed my cheek, "But your snoring drowned it out."

I didn't even bother to punch him in the shoulder, not wanting my arms to escape the warmth of his duvet.

"How did we end up back in your room?” I asked him.

"Well", he responded, putting little kisses down my spine, "after we christened my bed, your bed, and the hallway, you fell asleep. I came back here because I sleep better in my bed."

"Why didn't you just leave me in my room then?"

He smiled a smile that made my heart melt.

"I wanted to wake up next to you."

I leaned over to kiss him...then stopped when he finished his sentence.

"Which wasn't hard to do since your snoring kept me up."

Pulling my head back, I laid my head the opposite way.

"I thought you were going to be sweet. Silly me."

Laughing, he pulled the duvet off of us. I froze.

"Hey! Babe, I'm cold", I shouted, frantically trying to pull something back over me.

"Don't worry. I have a way to warm us up."

His hand trailed down my hip as he began to hover over me.

"No sir", I pushed on his chest, and he didn't budge, "We're not doing this. We have to get out of bed."

"That's not at all what I'm thinking."

He flipped me over on my back as I tried to swat his hand away.

"Louis, I'm exhausted."

"I'll take that as a compliment. Pleaseeeeee."

Ugh. He knows how much begging turns me on. But, we actually had stuff to do today, and we didn't have time for this.

"As much as I would like to stay here, we can't. So, get your hand off of what it's on right now."

He chuckled lightly, not budging.

"Am I gonna have to fight you right now?” I asked trying to hide my smile.

"Well, 'fight' isn't the f word I was going for."

I rolled my eyes and climbed out of bed, not bothering to throw anything on my naked body.

"While I'm in the shower, go make breakfast. I'm hungry."

He smirked, winking at me.

"Well, 'hungry' isn't the h word I was going for either."

I couldn't help but laugh at him. His comments never failed to make me smile.

"You're a dick."

"Glad you enjoy it, babe!"

I stepped into his bathroom, starting the shower. As it ran, the events from last night went through my head. Let's just say Louis wasn't lying when he said it would be the roughest night of my life. It was also the most tiring. Note to self: build up stamina. But, I can't put into words how perfect it was. Louis catered to all of my needs, anything that I asked him to do. It's like his goal was to please me which made me feel AWESOME. This relationship was starting out much better than I thought it would.