Addiction

chapter twelve

HEY GUYS! SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT.

GOT ALOT OF GOOD CHAPTERS AND IDEAS COMING UP REEEAAL SOON, SO KEEP READING.

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HARPER'S POV:

“Blake? Blake!” I whisper loudly in an attempt to wake him up.

Its 2 'o clock in the morning and I've only received about three hours of sleep, the rest; gazing helplessly at the ground that Blake is currently sleeping on.

Not only do I feel so bad and slack for driving him out of his own bed, I also crave him to be up here with me like he was last night. Admittedly I had the best sleep in years, bliss.

I'm still currently nudging him repeatedly but he just wont budge.

I softly slap his stubbled cheek until he groggily groans and shifts himself to get away from my annoying hand.

“Mhmm fuck off,” he croaks, tiresome.

"Blake wake up please."

"Noo," the supposed 'mature' teenager whines. 

Get up, for fuck sakes.

I'm overtired and soon to be irritable. I'm considering forgetting it all together and 'trying' to go back to sleep again, with out him.

My conscious smartly lights up and I cunningly shift closer, using ‘another alternative.'

I pull the sheets off him; motion my hand on his bare torso, and fondle with his toned stomach, getting lower and lower to the band of his boxers.

His voice quavers in different pitches as he powerlessly moans. A few moments later he stretches  awakes before shooting his eyes open and staring at me with a sleepy smile.

"Well hello."

I pull my hands back and lean down closer to him, still hiding my unclothed cleavage with the blanket in my free hand.

“Please come up here.”

“No.” He's very persistent for someone that’s half awake, I would expect him to sleepily nod and fall on to the bed unaware of what he's doing. Nup.

I know he would be angry in the morning with whatever I do carelessly within the next couple of minutes, but I seriously don’t care... I'll deal with that later.

“Well can we at least trade spots? It's your bed and I feel terrible.”

"Noo." Blake drags out as he yawns, also tucking his hands behind his head. I'm sitting on the floor like a complete fool, probably staring at him in complete awe no doubt.

“I meant what I said, half asleep or not. You will go to bed up there and I will go back to sleep down here.” Far out.

“What about tomorrow?” I'm actually quite gutted at his rejection.

“I'll think about it.”

“You don’t understan-“

“I do.”

“No, you don’t." I huff, pissed off. "I haven’t really been sleeping at all, all night.”

“What are you trying to say Harp?” I can see a contagious leer creep up on his face, lit up from the moonlight shining in from the back window.