Viridescent Flares

17

Few days have passed and I've gotten closer to Lauren again. I noticed that some fans have been suspicious and a lot have started shipping us, too. However, the tour is slowly coming to an end and we're currently in the plane back to New York. We aren't going home but we have a show in Best Buy Theater and all of us have been tired from the previous show so no one's really awake right now. That isn't the case for me.

I'm wide awake in the plane, phone in my hand as I scroll through my Twitter timeline while Lauren's head was resting on my shoulder—peacefully asleep. I'm seeing a lot of tweets when I searched for our ship name and why am I not surprised when I found fanfictions about us? I dared to read one, but I closed the tab immediately when the happenings suddenly became intimate.

And when I say intimate, I mean INTIMATE—groping of her butt, leaving hickeys on each other's necks, and using our fingers to... maybe it's better if I don't think about it anymore. My cheeks are burning red and I can't even deny the pooling between my legs. Shit. When was the last time I got laid? Lauren's the only person I trusted myself with and it's clear that I've never slept with someone else but her. The last time I had sex was with Lauren and when was that? A year before? Damn.

I locked my phone, dropping it on my lap. I shouldn't be thinking about any of these. I just started trusting her again—it's not right to be sexually frustrated with her when we've only started building everything again. I should learn how to wait and definitely have a self-discipline.

Who can blame me? Lauren's hot in any angle you'd find. Those legs than runs a mile, ass that molds in my hand perfectly, just exact hips, and God, her lips. Sometimes I find myself staring at it without even noticing and she'll just laugh at me, snapping her fingers as she tries to bring me back to reality. There are times where she'd catch me checking her out, too. I'm not ashamed of that though. She's so attractive and too much to bear. It isn't my fault if I couldn't control my hormones with her. But I can't do anything to her right now. We haven't even done anything else than hugging and cuddling. We're more of a fluff than smut. I've learned those things from the fanfictions I've came across, too.

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The hotel we're having in New York is different—all of us be sleeping in the same room since it's bigger than the others. During the trip to our hotel, I was the one asleep on Lauren's shoulder with my sunglasses on and she didn't mind at all—too busy with her music as she looked outside the window.

"Let's go, girls," Jaxon called after opening the door of the van for us. "Your things are already in your room. I know you're all tired and it's better if you hurry up so you'll get the rest that you need."

None of us said anything and when I got down with my messenger bag, I noticed that Lauren's backpack was a bit bulky. I waited for her to get down, and heard her groan when she slung her bag over her shoulders.

At first, I thought that she could handle it, but when I see her practically struggling to walk towards the entrance I tugged on her bag from behind.

"Let me carry that for you," I offered, taking a good grip from the straps of her bag but she shifted it on her body and smiled politely.