Wild heart - Bradley Will Simpson fan fiction

EIGHT

~*Becky's POV*~

My Lord, Bradley is quite something else. I mean, I've been kissed before, but every other guy I've kissed has been rough and rapid and usually ends up more or less trying to eat my face... But then there's Brad. He's gentle and sensitive, passionate even. It seems like he actually cares...

Although, I don't know if our kiss earlier means we're together, or if it was just two good friends kissing only because we like each other and it's obvious. But I'd feel stupid asking him.

" Becky! Have you nearly done in there?! I'm pissing myself out here, girl!" Brad shouts through the bathroom door, sounding rushed and uncomfortable, which snaps me from my deep thoughts.

" Yeah, sorry!" I call back, pulling my hair into a ponytail, a slight trace of humour in my tone.

I unlock the door and walk out. " Sorry." I apologise again, feeling quite bad for making him for so long. I didn't even realise I was in there too long at all.

" Finally!" He laughs as I appear from the bathroom.

Brad puts his hands on my waist, pulling me in to peck me on the lips. I'm shocked at first but I smile at him, nonetheless, which he returns as he closes and locks the bathroom door.

Maybe he really does like me...

I open my half of the wardrobe and decide on a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans I bought yesterday, a white silk cami and my black Dr Marten shoes.

I sit down at the dressing table in front of the mirror get out my make up, applying my foundation, powder and contour, I lightly fill in my eyebrows and finish up with my mascara.

Brad comes out of the bathroom, with a towel tied tightly around his waist and his chocolate brown curls all wet and floppy on his forehead, beads of water still running down his shoulders. I start applying a nude lip.

I stand and grab a towel off the bed from last night, before stepping in front of Brad and drying his shoulders and back.

" I don't understand why you need to put that shit on your face," Brad whines, his body rocking from the pressure of my drying. "You're beautiful just the way you are." Brad wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in till our hips collide.

I place my hands on his thick, tanned shoulders after dropping the towel to the floor. " It makes me feel better about myself. OK?"

Brad shakes his head and tuts at me. " I'll make you see what I see when I look at you." He whispers. I can only smile as his lips smother mine. " But that stuff does taste nice, though." I chuckle as I wipe my smudged lip stick from about his mouth.

I smile and shake my head, moving my arms around his neck. " Bradley?"

" Mmm?" He hums, rubbing my waist.

" Does this mean, you know, we're together?" I ask, looking to the floor as not wanting Brad to see the look of embarrassment in my eyes.

Thank God he can't see me blushing through my make up.

Brad's arms drop to his sides. " I mean, only if you want us to be together." Brad stutters, quite clearly scared that I'll give an answer he doesn't want to hear.

I pull him closer and his hands settle on my hips. " I do."

Brad smiles at me. " Becky, will you be my girlfriend?" He blushes, stuttering over his words.

I grin and can't stop myself from nodding as "Yes" escapes my lips as a whisper.

Brad kisses me again, but this is different. He has one hand on the small of my back, pushing my body to his and the other hand is cupping the back of my neck. Our lips moving in sync with one another's. I can't help but smile at the feeling.