♥Fighting Over A Seat In Costa♥ - [1st book]✔

♥Chapter 16♥

Hiya y'all! :)

So I'll be updating everyday, maybe twice!

I have news. . . .

There will be a maximum of 5 chapters left, that's the highest amount of chapters before I enter this into the Wattys! So baaically keep an eye put just in case I post another chapter tonight! :D

This chapter is dedicated to the talented, brilliant @SecretMoments who's a nervous wreck at the moment.  Basically she's doing this poetry competition and she's in the finals and I'm going to see her perform! Go wish her good luck random strangers of the Internet! She really needs encouragement and two scarlet marks on her cheeks if she keeps on putting herself down!

Good luck Sam! ♥♡♥

Anyways. . .

VOTE,

COMMENT,

FOLLOW,

SHARE,

ADD TO LIBRARIES, 

ENJOY!

.x.x.x.BiBi.x.x.x.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was true when a person looked calm and innocent whilst sleeping.

I watched as Matt's chest moved up and down, his hair still tamed as last night.

Waking up next to Matt was absolutely sensational and I wouldn't mind waking up to have him sleeping peacefully next to me; in my case, underneath me.

"Are you done staring at my gorgeous, flawless face Kitty Cat," Matt smirked, his eyes still shut.

I rolled my eyes at his narcissistic comment and covered my face with my hands and bird nest hair, sitting up and looking the other way.

I peeked between my index and middle finger to see him pouting, "Aww, c'mon Kitty Cat, I want to see your face."

I shook my head, trying to recover from the furious flush.

I felt the bed move and the next second I was pinned onto the bed, Matt blocking my chances of escaping.

"What is it with you and pinning me down," I asked struggling to break away, still covering my face. I knew I could never escape because of his physical strength.

"It's entertaining to see you squirm and struggle," he shrugged his shoulders.

I quirked an eyebrow at him and showed him my expression through my fingers.

"Bastard," I muttered under my breath.

He grabbed my hands and forced them down on the silky duvet.

"What did you call me," he growled, his eyes shining with amusement.

I shook my head and looked away, refusing to say.

"Well, maybe I just need to force it out of you," he smirked.

Before I could ask what he meant, his lips touched my chin and made their way downwards. Slowly, teasingly, tediously they travelled down to the crook of my neck as I arched my back, moaning loudly at the pleasure he was giving me. My breathing got heavier as he sucked on the crook of my neck cautiously.

"Matt," I groaned as he held positioned my arms above my head. I jumped a little when he lightly squeezed my right breast.

I shook my head, telling him that we weren't at the stage yet. He understood after pecking both my covered breasts and connecting our lips into another heated make out sessions.