Lust or Love? (Geoff and Gavin a.u.)

Chapter 23

*Marley*

Beams of sunlight through the blinds wake me. I try to quietly, and subtly leave the bed, but I am stopped by Geoff's arms, pulling my back to his chest.

"It's too early, stay," he mumbles into my neck, his facial hair tickling me. I try to unwrap his arms from my waist, he chuckles and lets me go after kissing my cheek. I smile at him and grab my phone from the charger. 

"I forgot to call my dad last night," I walk from the room and walk into what is going to be my room. I find my dad's contact information and tap the phone icon by his number. The phone rings three times before he answers.

"Marley?" a familiar voice answers, but it's not my dads. I pull the phone away from my face to make sure I called my dad. I stare at my phone in confusion as the name says dad, but he isn't on the phone.

"Um, yeah? I was calling for my dad, who is this?" I lean on the white wall.

"This is Byron, sorry, your dad left his phone in the kitchen last night. He's in the shower," my eyebrows furrow. 

"Oh, well let him know I called to let him know I made it safely," I look around the room and figure out where I want to put everything. It kinda seems weird to have my own room, when Geoff and I both know I will probably be sleeping with him most nights, but I guess just the saneness of having my own little privacy is good. Garret mumbles a 'bye' through the phone and hangs up. I hold my phone in my hands, before slipping it into the pocket of my sweatpants. Geoff's arms wrap around my waist and he rests his head on my shoulder.

"I have today off," his voice hoarse, "so we can set up your room." He loosens his grip as I turn towards him.

"That's great," I smile at him before hugging him, I rest my head on his chest for a bit. His heart beat quickens, and then returns to a normal pace as he rubs my back. He follows me into the kitchen and I pull out a carton of eggs.

"Quick fact about me, I don't like eggs," I cringe as I crack an egg over a bowl. Geoff chuckles a little and kisses my cheek.

"I've noticed," he grabs the bowl and whisks it with a fork. "When you first stayed here I made pancakes, bacon, and eggs. You didn't touch the eggs, well you did, you pushed them back." He pours the scrambled mixture onto a skillet pan. "It's totally fine with me babe." He smiles at me and picks up a spatula. 

"Hey, hey, hey. I'm supposed to be making you breakfast mister." I try and take the spatula from him but he raises his arm where I can't reach. "I'm not a little kid, I'm twenty, I can cook." He laughs and kisses my cheek.

"But I like cooking, so I am cooking." I cross my arms at his statement and walk of out the kitchen. Gavin joins me in the corridor and helps me move the boxes into my room. When we finish he gives me a quick hug before he hops into Meg's car outside. I wave at them from the door. 

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I hand Geoff the last screw to my bed frame. "That should do it," he puts down the drill and we carry the mattress over and set it down. I grab the fitted sheets and pillow cases from the dryer and he helps me put the sheet on the bed and cases on the pillows. I move the comforter to the dryer, setting it for a longer time. Geoff is hanging my shirts in the closet and I laugh at him. 

"I don't hang my shirts, just sweaters, dresses, jackets, and button ups." His mouth shapes in an 'o' and I lay on the bed. "I'm exhausted," I fight to keep my eyes open. Just something about a bed makes you instantly comfortable and tired. I was tired, we had gone all over town today, and then came home...home, I don't know if I am ever going to get used to calling this home. I smile as Geoff crawls on top of me, his dog tag falling out from under his shirt. I found it this morning in his desk drawer and I begged him to wear it. 

I hooked my finger on the chain and pulled him towards me, making our lips connect. He puts one hand on my waist, pushing my shirt up to my belly button. His lips travel across my cheek, my jawline, down my neck and biting softly above my collar bone. My fingers move through his hair, his lips come back to mine and his fingers dig into my skin, causing a slight moan from me. He sits up on his knees, straddling me. He looks at me and asks for permission to take off my shirt. I nod and raise my arms, my shirt flies to the other side of the room, his following. My heart pounds as he looks down at my bare skin, thank god I chose a cute bra today. 

"Still beautiful," he kisses me slowly.