Coming Down [G-Eazy]

Chapter XXX

A/N: I was going to wait a bit to post this, but I decided to post anyways to make up for the infrequent updates in the past lol. Also there's probably a lot of errors/awkward parts in this because it's late and I don't feel like editing right now. Thank you all so much for reading, it really does mean a lot. Please vote/comment if you liked it! x 

I woke up the next morning, reaching over to check the time on my phone. It was just after ten, and I rolled over to see G still fast asleep. I sighed, conflicted on whether or not I should let him sleep or wake him up. The selfish part of me wanted to, but I knew he needed his sleep as he probably hadn't gotten much over the last month. I decided to wait a little bit, replying to my texts and scrolling through Instagram. Once I got bored of this, I set my phone down again.

I got on top of G, kissing his cheek before moving to his neck.

"Wake up," I whispered, and he didn't even move. I rolled my eyes, placing my hands on his chest. I'd almost forgotten how hard he was to wake up.

"G," I practically whined, shaking him.

He groaned slightly, shifting before opening his eyes. That stupid smirk spread across his face as his gaze settled on me.

"Mmm, what a nice sight to wake up to in the morning," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

I gave him a look, trying not to smile. His sleepy voice was so cute.

"What?" he spoke defensively. "It is."

"You are such a pain in the ass to wake up, you know that?" I told him. "I was one second away from giving you head to get you to."

He raised an eyebrow at me, smirking again. "Well, guess I should have stayed asleep then, right?"

"You're fucking disgusting," I went to move off him, but he grabbed my hips before I could.

"Hey, you're the one who said it," he chuckled, shifting himself so his lips could meet with mine.

I shook my head, a slight smile making its way onto my face before I changed the subject. "What are we going to do today?"

He shrugged, rolling us over so he was on top of me. "This."

"G," I protested, giggling however as he kissed my neck. "I'm hungry. Can't we go out for breakfast or something?"

"Hmmm, maybe," he responded, moving his hand between us, lifting up my shirt. "After."

I grabbed his arm, stopping him. "G, I'm not gonna be here forever. You really want to waste all our time together having sex?"

He looked up at me, chuckling. "Is that really even a question? Of course I want to have sex with you as much as I can. Why can't you just stay, though?"

I sighed, moving from underneath him and cuddling up to his side instead. "You know that I'd like to be able to, G. I still have shoots and stuff to do. I still have to work."

He chuckled, running his fingers through my hair. "I know. I'm just selfish and I want you all to myself."

I yawned, laughing as well. The feeling of his fingers in my hair was making me want to fall back asleep again. "Likewise."

We just laid there for a couple of minutes in silence. I couldn't help but think of what happened after the party with Ben about a month ago. Even though I knew it wasn't my fault, I did feel a little guilty for never bringing it up with G. We were actually together now, which was probably why I felt so bad about it in the first place.

Eventually, I was the one who spoke up.

"Do you remember Ben?" I asked him. I already felt weird bringing it up, but I didn't want it hanging over my head anymore.

"The modeling guy? Yeah, I remember you talking about him before. Why?" he responded, moving his hand out of my hair.

"He kind of... He kissed me," I spoke.

"What?" he shifted underneath my head, and I sat up so I could look at him.

I bit my lip. "It was after a party and he apologized for it but I just... I don't know, I feel weird about it and I don't want to keep things from you and I didn't want you mad at me-"

"Sweetheart," he took my face in his hands, cutting me off. I was still slightly taken aback by him using that nickname. I never was one for sappy nicknames, but for some reason hearing it from him was different. "I'm not mad at you, relax. It's not that big of a deal. As long as you didn't fuck him, I'm not mad."

I laughed. "I didn't fuck him."

He chuckled with me, moving to kiss my lips. "Good, then don't worry about it, okay? It doesn't matter as long as he doesn't try anything on you again or I will kick his ass."

I smiled slightly. Seeing him get protective over me was kind of cute. "Sure you will."

"Wanna bet?" he raised his eyebrows at me, and I just laughed in response. The thought of him fighting someone was hilarious to me, but I wouldn't tell him that.

I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his face to mine so I could kiss him again.

"You should move in with me," he spoke nonchalantly against my lips.

"What?" I questioned him, pulling away.

"You should move in with me," he repeated himself. "I think-"

"G," I cut him off. "I can't do that. I'm based out of LA, and being all the way in Oakland won't work."

"I guess..." he paused for a second. "What if we get a place in LA, then?"

"Oh my god," I laughed. "You are not moving all the way to LA for me. That's stupid. Just because we're together now doesn't mean we have to live together."

He exhaled. "Fine. Would you at least stay here with me while you're not doing shoots? I'm done touring until after Christmas now."

"I guess so."

A grin formed on his face. "Sweet."

I shook my head, fighting the smile on my own face. "Can we go get that breakfast now? I'm hungry."

He sighed, moving to get out of bed. "Fine. Let's go, then. What did you want?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, surprise me. You know more about the restaurants around here than I do."

"This is true," he laughed. "Alright, well go get ready. I think I know a good place."