Learning From The Bad Boy

Innocence Is Overrated

Celia:

Waking up was easier. Usually I would be filled with dread at facing the day, but today was different. Today I woke to Axel's sleeping form. His arms still held me to him. Maybe this situation wasn't appropriate, but I couldn't feel more at home. Axel's arms were warm and strong. I reveled in the feeling of security.

Careful not to wake him, I turned around in his hold. With the permanent scowl gone, Axel was even more handsome. Was it even right to make one person so beautiful? Keeping my touch light, I ran the tips of my fingers across his slightly scruffy jaw.

I didn't ever want to leave.

I laid my palm flat on his face, slowly he leaned into my touch. Something about the unconscious movement sent butterflies through my stomach. His legs, which were interwoven with mine, stretched out. Slowly his dark eyes opened. They seemed lighter in the morning, probably something I would have never known.

"Morning Ginger." He said, his voice sounding deeper, more gravelly, from sleep.

"I have a name." I said in a laughing tone.

He closed his eyes and laid his head down close to my chest. "I know." His breath fanned across my skin. "But you're Ginger to me. My Ginger."

My heart went into overdrive. I could hear it thumping even in my ears.

"I can hear your heart going crazy." He smiled.

Of course he can.

Heat crawled up my arms and to my face.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said, feigning nonchalance.

Lies.

He hummed in disagreement. "So here's our options for the day." Still not opening his eyes, he continued. "Option number one. Stay in bed all day, but if we do that I can't be held responsible for my actions." The lightest touch of smooth lips grazed my skin.

"Option number two. We go downstairs and eat breakfast and then do whatever we feel like afterwards, but if we do that you have to help cook."

"And option number three. I take you home, but I can't say that I'm even going to let you go home. This was more of an option to make me seem like less of a douche." He said honestly.

I laughed. "Let's go with option number two. I don't want to go home just yet anyways."

Finally he looked up at me. "Are you sure you don't want option one? Innocence is overrated anyways." His voice dropped an octave, dark eyes becoming more heated.

I suppressed the shiver he was pulling from me. "Yes. I'm sure."

He almost looked disappointed. Mumbling something about dying sexually frustrated, Axel rolled out of the bed.

I rolled my eyes at him, but proceeded to pull my self away from the comfort of the bed as well.

Axel's clothes hung loosely on my body like a blanket. I hugged them tighter to my body. He walked around the bed, stopping in front of me in a slight crouched position.

"What are you doing?" I asked, completely humored by his stance.

"Giving you a piggyback ride." He said as if it were the most obvious thing ever.

"Seriously?" I laughed, even more amused by him saying the word piggyback.

"Hop on before I leave you."

"I can walk." I protested.

Still only clothed in boxers, he turned around. "Unless you have a super power I don't know about, you didn't heal over night. Now get on."