My Prize Is The Bad boy (Complete ✔) Slow Editing

Sick Day

I woke up to a very blinding light. I blinked to get use to the morning light. I felt a very strong arm over my waist which is only causing my body on fire, and faint snoring from beside me and I turned my head to see a sleeping Brett. I was shocked at first then it all came back to me.

I was having my nightmares, he told me and said that he was staying the night in my room....and here we are.

He was still sleeping so I took the time to admire his beautiful face.

Wait I'll never say that loud...especially with him around...or maybe never.

As always his lips look so soft... I just want to touch them...

Wait a minute... Calm down Cass.

I fight the urge to touch his lips, but its like my hand has a mind of its own because it start to move on its own accord ascending to touch his lips but...

His eyes flew open. He blinked once, then twice, the thrice before he started to smirk my hand still out.

I told you to calm down my subconscious scolded me.

Just think of an excuse Cass, think.

"Whatcha ya doing?" His huskily voice asked.

"Uh...I-I" stupid stuttering "I was just getting up" I answered back. He raised an eyebrow giving me a skeptical look.

I tried looking innocent as ever. "I was"

He raised his eyebrow even higher. Isn't he afraid it'll fly off, maybe not.

"Okay. So how're feeling" he asked.

"Am feeling like am not dying" I sighed.

He chuckled but I just gave him a blank look.

"Wait,what time is it? We have to get to school" I said getting up but he managed to pull me back down since his arm was still over my waist.

"Its about after ten I think"

"What?!, b-but"

"Your taking a sick day,since your leg is like injured" he said in a 'duh' tone.

I frowned. "But..."

"No buts. Your dad has told me last night before I checked on you that you should stay home until your leg feels better."

"Great, just great" I plastered a fake smile, but he didn't buy it.

"Am serious, your not going anywhere for the next two days"

"Yes dad" I answered sarcastically.

"That's my baby girl" he got up and ruffled my hair. I slapped his hands away.

"Hey!" I groaned and tried fixing back my hair. I know I shouldn't try because that won't do any good. Once I look in the mirror it's a different person.

I looked at him. He looks so sexy in the morning.

Note. First time seeing him like that in the morning.

He ran a hand through his hair which still looks as sexy as ever. Then my eyes traveled down his face and down his chest and...voila, he has a six pack. I wonder how it feels to...