ashes [m.h.] (Completed)

Chapter 22.

The familiar feeling of cold fingers against my skin wakes me from my sleep. I don't open my eyes. I simply lay there, enjoying the soothing feeling of the large hand rubbing along my bare side. The intoxicating scent of a certain curly haired boy fills my senses. Body heat radiates onto me. My body stirs, and sure enough I find myself held closely against a hard frame. I open my eyes, and they instantly meet with deep chocolate ones staring back at me. A cheeky grin tugs at his lips.

"I don't appreciate staring." I say, mocking him.

"I like it when you sleep," he mumbles a bit. "You are just so beautiful, yet so unaware of it."

My cheeks get warm, and I become aware of our close proximity, and tangled up state. I move back, unwrapping myself from his body, but he has other plans. His hands wrap around my waist, trapping me and pulling me closer. I watch him closely as he climbs on top of me, placing himself in a new position between my legs.

"Matty-" I barely manage to say.

"Shhh." He stops me.

His heads dips down, closing the space between us. His lips touch my jaw, gently kissing down to my neck.

What is it with this boy and kissing my neck?

His soft kisses make their way back up to meet my lips. He doesn't hesitate, kissing me roughly with full force. My lips part and he takes full advantage, deepening the kiss. My legs automatically wrap around his waist. He takes the opportunity to press himself against me, and I certainly notice the stiffness in his now tight boxers resting between my legs. That must be the cause of his affection.

He must've noticed my slight reaction, pulling back from the kiss.

"What do you you want to do this lovely friday morning?" He smiles down at me.

"I don't feel like going to classes." I say honestly.

"Mm." He muses. "And what would you like to do instead?"

I don't say anything, noticing a change in Matty's personality the longer we lay here. The darkness in his eyes flows deep, and his voice lowers to a husky tone.

"I have quite a few ideas to occupy our time." He adds, getting dangerously close.

My hands reaches his chest, stopping him before he can go any further.

"We should go to my dorm." I offer, hopefully distracting him from his initial intentions. "I need some clothes."

He chuckles deeply. "Let's get ready then."

The warmth from his body fades away as he removes himself from me, and I find myself missing his touch.

"Have a shower with me?" His voice returns with it's low tone. He stands in the doorway awaiting my response.

"No thanks, I think you need a very cold one, alone." I say, nodding my head towards his full boxer shorts.

"Your loss." He teases before exiting the room.

I smile at his behavior as I'm left in the room by myself. I don't know exactly what to do with myself as Matty occupies himself with a shower. Moving quietly, I push myself off the bed. I begin walking around the room, taking in its features. I take note of the guitars, squatting down, and strumming my fingers across the strings softly. I wonder if he ever even uses them. Standing back up, I move to the door of his closet. I stare at it. It's already cracked open and i feel the urge to have a peek inside. What harm could that possibly do?

Before another thought, my hands make their way to the handle and I push it open with ease. A light automatically clicks on, letting the contents of the closet be clear to my view. It's a small space that holds quite a few articles  of clothing. Mostly shirts hang from the hangers all with similar coloring. A spectrum of black, grey, and white is seen with a scattering of blue, purple, and even a few pinks. I'll neverunderstand this boy, I think with a smile on my face.

My eyes move down and land on few pairs of shoes. All are black, as expected. Something in the furthest corner of the closet catches my gaze. A small red box sits there, quietly begging for my attention. My head snaps back, making sure that Matty hasn't returned. After seeing that  the coast is clear, I am quick to bend over and grab the box. I open it quickly like a kid on Christmas, but once my eyes register exactly what's inside the excitement fades.

In the box lies a sandwich bag. I pick it up by the zipper and hold it up to examine it closely. Dark green parsley flake like material sits in the bottom of the bag. A strong smell reeks from it the closer I bring it to my face. I have a feeling I know what this is. Weed. And a lot if it.

I silently put the contents back into the box and put everything back in its place. I have no thoughts about it. I simply close the closet and head for the kitchen. Matty might be hungry, I might as well start on some breakfast.

Matty's p.o.v.

No matter how freezing cold the water would get, nothing would help. And the fact that I can't stop thinking if her doesn't help the situation either. After being in here long enough, and shivering my arse off, I finally decided to take care of the situation myself. It surely didn't take long. Just the mere thought of her does things to me I can't even begin to explain. I've never felt this way before, its all so brand new to me. But one thing I do know is that I never want it to stop. I never want the feeling of her sleeping body beside mine to go away. I never want the sound of her beautiful laughter to go away. I never want the sound of her moaning, and the sight of her coming apart from my touch to go away. Hell, I never want the sound of her yelling at me angrily to go away. She's something truly rare and I don't want to loose her.

After finishing the task at hand, (pardon the pun) I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I open the door and step out into the hallway. Before I can make it to my room something catches my eye. I turn towards the kitchen and spot Maggie standing over the stove, back facing me. I don't move, just stand there studying her closely.

My shirt she slept in hangs loosely on her body. The ends of it are bunched around her hips, giving me full view of her lacey underwear and perfectly round arse. Something tells me if that she knew I was watching, she'd be blushing beyond belief. I can't help myself, my feet bringing me closer to her body. I wrap my arms around her waist and I feel her jump in surprise.

"I could get used to this every morning." I whisper in her ear.

"Matty!" She yelps. "You're getting me wet!"

I chuckle at her words. "That's exactly what I like to hear."

She finally fights her way from my grasp, and as thought her face is as red as a tomato. She faces me and I watch her as her eyes take in my nakedness.

"I meant the water from your shower was getting on me." She says.

I smile. "I'll go get dressed."

She smiles back.

God, I love that smile.

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hi hi guys! Soooo sorry for my week long absence. Honestly I had terrible writers block but I'm glad now that I finished the chapter. I'm excited for the next few chapters! I'll try to write a lot over the Christmas break. Hope you guys are still reading and enjoying, pls vote and comment!

- nya