Boys Will Be Boys

Chapter Seventeen

Author's Note:

Okay, here's Chapter Seventeen. Enjoy this chapter, because (spoiler alert) something big is going to happen in the next. So this is the "calm before the storm". :)

xoxo,
Q.

PS: I'm hoping for 10k reads on the story before I upload Chapter Eighteen. CAN WE DO IT?!

I wake up to see Emery hovering over me with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Sorry.” He immediately says. “I didn’t want to wake you up; you look so cute when you’re sleeping.”

I smile and lean up to give him a kiss. He pulls away, wrinkling his nose.

“What?” I ask.

“You have morning breath.” He says, and I laugh, placing my hands on his chest and pushing him off slightly.

“Okay, okay, I’m going.” I say, and steal another quick kiss with a sneaky grin before going off to my bathroom. I observe myself in the mirror and groan quietly to myself.

My hair gets like this every morning and I know that it’s not going to calm down unless I take a shower. So, with a sigh, I pull off my t-shirt and jeans—which I accidentally slept in last night—and start the shower.

I take the quickest shower in the history of showers, as I’m too eager to get back to Emery. I wrap a towel around my waist and grab my toothbrush when the door opens.

Emery’s face immediately goes crimson and he stutters an apology before leaving and closing the door. I stare at the now-closed door with wide eyes, surprised at what just happened so quickly.

Then I chuckle to myself when I remember Emery’s blushing face.

After I brush my teeth and splash some water over my face, I pull my jeans back on. I hesitate when it comes to my t-shirt, and then roll my eyes and toss it in my laundry hamper.

I open the door and walk out of the bathroom and back into my room. Emery looks up when I enter and the blush immediately returns to his neck and face and he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.
I grin. “This is highly enjoyable, you know.”

Emery groans. “Why are you laughing at my pain?” he says, dramatically, and I chuckle, opening my closet and looking for a shirt to put over my very shirtless chest.

He’s still watching me, biting his lip, though he thinks I don’t see him.

“Come here.” I say and he raises his eyebrows. I roll my eyes and beckon him over again. “Come here.”

Reluctantly, he gets off my bed and walks over to where I’m standing. I cradle his face in my hands and press my lips to his in a warm kiss. Emery smiles a little and his hands instinctively go around my waist. I feel a shiver go down my back when his skin makes contact with mine. I will never get over that.

Emery pulls away, grinning. “Put a shirt on.”

“Do I have to?” I whine.

He laughs. “Yes, you do.”

I stick my tongue out at him, but grab a random gray shirt from my closet and pull it on.

“What time is it?” I ask, tossing Emery a t-shirt to change into as well. He catches it and without hesitation changes into it. My fists clench when I see his scar, but Emery doesn’t catch this. Or maybe he just ignores it.

“Eleven.” He responds, and I raise my eyebrows.

“Is Gabe up?” I wonder aloud.

“How would I know?” Emery retorts and I grin at him.