Teaching The Bad Girl To Be Good (Lesbian Story)

Chapterd 22: It's My Cheat Week

Jay POV

I awake nestled in Ky's arms, her warmth surrounding me like a protective cocoon. It's amusing, considering she fell asleep facing away from me, but somewhere in the night, she turned over and pulled me close, intertwining her fingers with mine. Her grip feels familiar, almost like it's always been this way, even though it's so new.

"Morning, asshole," I greet her, my voice soft but teasing, as sunlight spills through the blinds, casting the room in a golden glow.

"Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine," Ky chuckles, her laughter low and rumbling in her chest. It's one of those sounds that lingers, the kind you want to bottle up and keep. That's the thing with Ky—everything she does feels like it'll last forever, except when she's being a total jerk. But even then, I'm starting to realize... maybe she's my jerk.

I know, cliché, right?

"Yeah, isn't that something," I reply, smiling as I meet her gaze. Her eyes, a deep hazel, sparkle with amusement. As her laughter dies down, she leans in and brushes a few tangled strands of hair from my face, her touch soft but intentional.

"You look beautiful in the morning," she says, her voice softening. Heat flares across my cheeks as her thumb traces the curve of my chin.

"Oh, so you're basically saying I look like crap the rest of the day?" I raise an eyebrow, but Ky just shakes her head, biting her bottom lip.

"You look sexy the rest of the day. So sexy that I constantly want to rip your clothes off." She grins, her smile wide and mischievous.

I roll my eyes and pretend to be offended. "Oh, now you're saying I look like a stripper..."

Before I can finish, she pulls me down on top of her, our bodies colliding as I collapse into her chest. Her hand slides under my shirt, fingertips grazing my spine, sending a shiver through me. She wiggles her eyebrows playfully, and I gasp, trying to shake my head no. But her grip tightens as she leans in, lips barely brushing mine.

"No," I protest, but the word comes out more breathless than intended. She grins wickedly, and before she can kiss me, I twist my head away at the last second, straddling her hips, my knees pressed into the mattress on either side of her. Her hands slide down to my thighs, fingers digging in lightly, possessively.

Just then, the door swings open.

"Jay, Deck brought breakfast," Joe announces, her voice flat as she takes in the scene. Her eyes widen at the sight of Ky and me tangled together in bed, and I try to scramble off, but Ky pulls me back down, her laughter bubbling up as Joe stammers.

"I'll, uh... tell Deck you'll be late," Joe mutters, backing out of the room with wide eyes.

As soon as she's gone, Ky bursts into laughter, and I can't help but join in, covering my face with my hands.

"Seriously!" I groan, pushing her lightly. "Do you have to be such a pain?"

Ky grins, still laughing, and pulls my hands away from my face. Propping herself up on her elbows, she leans in again, trying for another kiss, but I dodge it, groaning.

"Morning breath, Ky!" I protest, making a face. She chuckles, nodding as she throws her legs over the edge of the bed and stretches, her t-shirt riding up slightly.

"We should get up, huh?" Ky asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically. I nod in agreement and finally climb off of her, feeling the cool air hit my skin as the warmth of our bed fades. Before I can step away, Ky leans in and presses a quick kiss to my cheek.

Downstairs, Deck greets us with a mouth full of burrito, barely looking up from her plate. "Look who decided to show up after all that morning sex," she teases, her voice muffled by food.

"Hey!" I snap, glaring at her. "Joe's right here! And for the record, we didn't do anything!"

"Yet," Ky adds, her smirk widening as she steals a hash brown from Deck's plate. Her hair is a mess, falling in waves across her face, and somehow, that makes her even more attractive.

"Shut up," I mutter, but I can't help the smirk that tugs at my lips.

Deck barely pauses to chew before retorting, "What? I'm just saying. You two are gonna get there, might as well make it official."

I roll my eyes but can't fight the flutter in my chest at the thought. This morning feels... different. Like something shifted, and I'm not sure if I'm ready to unpack what it means.

Ky, meanwhile, is unbothered, plucking food from Deck's plate like it's her own. "You know," she starts, her tone playful but inquisitive, "I thought you were on some sort of diet or something."

Deck scoffs, waving a hand. "My manager says I need to 'tighten up' or whatever. Screw that. It's my cheat week."

"Cheat week?" I raise an eyebrow, glancing at the mountain of food in front of her. "Deck, a cheat day is a thing. Cheat week? Not so much."

Deck shrugs, unbothered. "Whatever. I'm in the gym every morning, so who cares?"

Ky snickers beside me, her voice low. "You still need to eat like a normal person, dumbass."

The conversation flows with ease, Deck making some outlandish claim about quitting modeling to become the next Angelina Jolie, while Joe watches Ky with wide-eyed admiration, clearly mesmerized. When Ky casually mentions she works in game design, Joe's jaw nearly hits the floor.

"You design games? Like actual video games?" Joe asks, her voice full of awe.

Ky chuckles, nodding. "Yeah, kid. I've worked on some cool stuff. Maybe one day I'll let you see how it's done."

Joe looks like she's just been handed the keys to the kingdom, and I groan inwardly. Great, another thing to make Ky seem like a god in Joe's eyes.

"Can I come too?" Joe asks, practically bouncing with excitement. I glance at Ky, raising an eyebrow, silently warning her that she might regret this. But Ky just smiles, clearly amused by the whole thing.

"Sure, why not?" Ky says, standing up and stretching. "You coming too, Jay?"

I hesitate. "Is Oliver gonna be there?" I ask casually, trying to sound disinterested, but everyone knows I'm not fooling anyone.

Ky raises her eyebrows. "Yeah, why?"

I smirk, already plotting in my head. "No reason," I say innocently, turning toward the stairs. "And yes, I'm coming."

As I race upstairs, Ky calls after me, "Jay! Why are you suddenly interested in game design?"

I don't answer, just laugh to myself. Oh, Ky, you have no idea.