The Middleman | ongoing

14 | the flag of japan

14 | the flag of japan

Song: Diggy Down by Inna ft. Marian Hill

Depicted Above: Deepika Padukone as Leia Kar

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I had the biggest urge to pee.

The urge was so great that for the last hour I had been rolling in and out of consciousness. The pain in my bladder/lower stomach region was way too much to handle, and I knew I had to fucking get out of bed.

I rolled over trying to get off my side of the bed, but I was held in place.

And then that's when I realized it.

I groggily opened my eyes and saw a pair of strong muscled arms holding me in pleasant hostage. I was pulled up into Quinn's hard chest, and no amount of squirming let me go.

If it were up to me, I would have gone back to sleep with no complaints because I could definitely use a few more hours, and I weirdly enjoyed the feeling of his body on my body. Even in his sleep he knew how to charm the pants off a girl.

His intoxicating smell and warmth was enough to lull me back to sleep, but I couldn't. I knew that much. I felt so safe and comfy in his arms, but my fucking bladder would not let me enjoy this moment.

Leave it to my body to fuck up a good moment like this.

I wriggled under Quinn's gentle but firm grip, but he would not let up.

In fact, I achieved the exact opposite of what I wanted. Well, I mean I wanted to both lay there and also get up to go to the bathroom, but priorities said bathroom came first. Nevertheless his grip on me tightened, and I was further pulled into his cocoon of a body.

I, once, again, though grudgingly, attempted to worm my way out of my personal heater, Quinn. "Nooo," was his raspy, instinctive reply in his unconscious state.

Jesus fuck.

His low morning voice was so sexy. Somehow I found his deep tone so unimaginably attractive. And the fact that he pulled me in even tighter (if that was even possible) made him even cuter.

The last time we had been so intensely close was when he attempted to seduce the list out of me in the school parking lot. I was still pretty shook about that, but here I was in yet another intimate position with him. 

What was going on?

Fuck him and his cute morning ways. Why the hell did I find the little things about him so attractive? We weren't anything more than friends, and even that was questionable. Acquaintances? Yes. Friends? That might have been pushing it. Actually I don't know. I really don't know.

His natural scent floods my nose, and my senses are overloaded. For some reason, just his natural odor, scent me over the edge, pun intended. His smell had me heart-eyeing the fuck out.

Get a fucking grip, Leia. Chill, you thirsty freak.

Just because you don't have a killer hangover and a nasty ass headache doesn't mean you have to make up for it by acting so weird.

On a happy note, though, I had no hangover. I guess chugging all that water really did work wonders, and the headache from earlier hadn't made a reappearance. I was, however, feeling pangs of discomfort from down below, and I really had to get out of bed unless I wanted to blow a gasket.

"Quinn, get off me," I sweetly request, hoping he'll comply.

No response. The boy sleeps like he's in a fucking coma. Literally, there were probably no brain waves or anything going on down there. But then again, were there really any to begin with?