Waking up being in Patrick's arms is the best feeling in the world. He is currently snuggled up to my neck, his arm draped around my body and his face facing mine; A leg over lacing mine as his breathing is hot against my neck.
I look at his face, tracing his bottom lip with my thumb. Tracing is facial features with my pointer finger, moving his messy black hair out of his face.
He grunts in his sleep and pulls me closer to his chest making my heart flutter in my chest.
His eyes open slowly looking at me right in my eyes.
"Good morning sleepy head" I smile and kiss his nose.
"Good morning baby" He smiles back.
"How'd you sleep last night?" He asks me, smirking.
"I don't know if I even got any.." I drift off and roll my eyes.
"I feel like I lost 10 pounds from last night" I chuckle lowly, pulling the covers up, feeling exposed.
"Don't hide yourself from me, you're beautiful" He smiles and kisses my lips.
"I can never get enough of your kisses" He says, tracing my bottom lip with his thumb.
I giggle slightly as a blush works its way up on my face, tinting my cheeks.
He crawls on top of me as the covers are still covering us.
His arms are keeping him up as he starts kissing down my collar bone, making a moan escape.
"I love your small, cute noises you make when I do this to you" He looks at me.
"Do what?" I look into his eyes and question him.
"This" and he kisses my neck, sucking on the skin tenderly, leaving a love bite- causing a moan to escape from my lips. He kisses where my heart is placed at, he kisses my shoulder, leaving another love bite. He kisses my breasts, leaving a love bite on each of them. He moves down to my thighs and kisses my scars on my thighs. I try covering them up quickly, feeling ashamed.
"Don't, it's okay. You are beautiful no matter what. Your scars don't define you, they prove that you were strong to get through what ever you went through. You are brave. You won your battles." He says, kissing them gently.
"They're beautiful. You're a tiger who won her stripes" He kisses down my legs, kissing each scar there was.
"I'm so proud of you" he touches them gently, planting soft, feathery kisses.
He holds my wrist, and kisses the scars there.
"Don't ever be ashamed of your body" He kisses them, looking me right in the eyes.
"I love you no matter what, with scars or without. You're my dream come true, my love, my princess"
He breathes in and releases it.
"No you aren't a princess, you're my fucking queen" and he shoves his lips on mine.
"You-" pecks my nose "-are-" pecks my forehead "-mine-" pecks both cheeks "-Forever" and plants a lingering kiss on my lips. Our lips sync, feeling the sparks spark throughout my body, making my stomach churn with happiness and admiration I have for this boy, no, this man.
"I can never get enough of you" He pushes my hair out of my face and looks me in the eyes.
"I will always love you, no matter what. You are my beautiful angel"He smiles, and kisses me again.
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The life of Amanda Rae
Teen FictionAnd there he was. Looking right at me with an astonishment look on his face. His lips parted slightly, his face drained away with no color. His hazel eyes just staying focussed on my baby blue eyes. My face is drained, my hands are sweaty, and my...
