The Morning After

2.1K 68 9
                                    

#1 draft published 28/9/16

HOLY CRAB! I'm almost at 3000 reads which is absolutely crazy! I love you all so much and thank you soooooo much for your dedication and support! I've been feeling a just shitty lately but your ongoing lovely comments just make me smile! Thank you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Warren's POV:

Oh. My. God.

Okay, I think it's pretty evident that I was not a virgin. However, having sex with someone that you love whole-heartedly... that was another story.

I had held Beatrice the whole night. The feeling of her breathing against me became the only thing that my world revolved around.

It was the best night I had ever had. I spent half of the night just watching her (yes, I know, I'm as creepy as Edward) and the other half of the time I slept the most blissful sleep with the warmth of her body comforting me.

I'm now lying with her resting on my chest, her legs intwined with mine and the cool air drifting in through the window along with the morning light. I slightly readjust my position which makes her eyelids flutter.

Silently I curse myself for waking her but when her eyes open and her cloudy grey-blue eyes are unveiled I am thankful that she woke.

All I can think of is the fact that I have spent 17 years on this earth without being with Beatrice. How is this possible? I don't know whether I could spend one day without her now. And I don't intend to.

"Morning," Beatrice mumbles through a smile, her hot breath grazing past my chest. I lean down and kiss the top of her head.

"Breakfast?" She asks look up at me with wide eyes. I nod soundlessly, feeling the smile on my lips.

She moves to sit on the edge of the bed, looking around the floor she grabs something which turns out to be my t-shirt. So much satisfaction comes across her seeing her wearing my shirt. Beatrice was all mine, and I, hers.

"Why are you being so quiet this morning?" She chuckles, looking back down at me. I turn onto my side and rest on my elbow smiling shyly, "everything is just so perfect. Too perfect. I'm worried that I'm going to open my stupid mouth and ruin everything."

Beatrice leans across the bed on all fours with all of the sensuality of that night when she wore her red dress. I sit up and she moves so her face is centimetres from mine.

"This stupid mouth?" She says cocking her head to the side. Then she moves and slowly touches her warm mouth onto mine firmly.

I smile against her, and nod. On impulse, I pull her by the waist towards me rolling so that she's on top of the sheets and that I'm still underneath them but leaning over her body.

"Stop!" Bea whines adorably, "I want breakfast! This girl needs to eat!"
"I don't blame you! After all of that exercise last night," I mumble under my breath trailing off. She slaps me playfully on the shoulder then crawls away from me and getting off of the bed.

"Hey, Bea?" I say, surprised at the innocence in my voice. She bends around, not moving her feet in an alluring way, and smiles sneakily,
"Yesssss?" Beatrice draws out.

"Do you remember the first night you slept round mine? In the morning?"

Beatrice turns around fully with her hands on her hips. And nods with squinted, suspicious eyes.

"Well, you told me that you weren't going to satisfy my 'morning after fantasy'... that's what this is right now." I smirk afterwards and although she tries so hard to keep a straight face a beautiful smile breaks out onto her face.

Raining on the Bad Boy Where stories live. Discover now