Dirty Little Secret

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen:

I wake up in Elliott’s arms and smile. My head is tucked in the crook of his neck, legs wrapped around his and my arms around his waist. He's still asleep, so I don’t move. He looks adorable when he sleeps. I lightly run my finger over his lips, so light that he won't feel a thing. He smiles in his sleep. Gently, I move forward and kiss him. He doesn’t kiss me back, but then he does.

"I could really get use to waking up like this," he mumbles against my lips, his eyes still closed. I smile kissing him.

He chuckles and presses his forehead against mine. "Good morning, love."

“Morning.”

"Did you sleep okay?"

"Wonderfully."

"Great," he grins and leans down to kiss me. I kiss him back.

"Breakfast in bed?" He smiles.

“Sure, but I have to go home sometime soon after.”

"Yeah, sure," he sits up. "That's fine."

“Great.” I say. “My parents will be home.”

He nods. "You coming down or do I need a tray for your food?"

“I'm coming with you.” He nods again and drops his legs over the side of the bed. I get up and follow him. Once in the kitchen I touch his shoulder. “Something bothering you?”

Startled, he looks over his shoulder at me. "What do you mean?"

“You seem a bit down.”

"What makes you think that?"

“The look on your face.” He frowns and wipes his hand over his face. “What is it?”

"Nothing," he smiles and tugs me into a hug.

I wrap my arms around him, burying my head in his neck. "What is it?" I ask him, feeling the tension in his shoulders.

“Don’t worry about it.”

"El," I tip his head towards mine. "I know something it bothering you - but if you don't want to tell me, it's fine."

“I don’t want you to freak out.”

“Why would I?” He purses his lips and pats the counter, silently telling me to sit there. I jump up on the counter.

"Tell me," I smile softly at him. “Please?”

He frowns and looks away. "I better get started on breakfast."

I touch his shoulder and make him look at me. “I dont care about breakfast, tell me.”

"You'll be hungry," he tells me, getting something out of the cupboard.

“Elliott.”

I jump off the side and move so he is in the corner of the counter, not able to move. "Tell me what's wrong."

I put my hands on either side of him. “Please, tell me. You're making me worried.”

"It's nothing, love." He smiles and leans back, watching me.

“You're sure?”

"I'm positive," he swiftly kisses me on the lips before changing us around so I am pressed against the counter.

“Hey! That’s no fair!”

"Why isn't it?"

“You can distract me easily.”