I wake up with my head resting on Carters shoulder. I yawn and absent mindlessly wrap my arms around his waist trying to warm up.
He groans a bit and wraps his arms around me. "Morning." He says through a chorus of yawns. "Morning." I say and detach my arms from him.
I stand up and direct my way towards the kitchen. Carter follows behind, his footsteps falter as he approaches the island.
I smile at him and he smiles back. He winks causing me to go into a laughing fit. "What was that?" I ask a large smile on my face.
"A wink. Duh!" He says as he walks up to me. I chuckle and look up at him. "I was wondering..." he says as he skims his soft thumb across my bottom lip. "Do you want me to give you some art lessons?"
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"I didn't know you can draw. Or paint." I say gently running my fingertips across the dried canvas.
"Well, I enjoy it a lot." He says admiring his work. "Ready for your first lesson?" He asks glancing at me.
I nod and he takes a paintbrush, handing it to me. "Hold it like this." He says adjusting the brush in my hand, covering my hand with his own in the process.
Once he adjusts it he grabs himself a brush and dips it in a can of paint, covering the brush with lime green paint.
He skillfully paints a flower on the white wall. I look at his concentrated face. His eyes smoothly moving with the brush, as if he was caressing the painting. I hear him chuckle and I quickly snap back to reality.
"Now," he says standing behind me. His hot breath in my neck sent shivers down my back. "Try it yourself."
Carter quickly covers my hand with his, guiding it across the white wall. I look over my shoulder at him.
His face concentrating on the swift movements of his hands.
I look back at the wall to see a flower materialize in front of me.
"Wow." I say in amazement. "Umm, Ethan?"
I turn around and suspiciously look at him. "Hmm?"
"You have some paint on your face." He says a soft chuckle leaving his plump lips.
"Where?" I say my hands automatically brung up to my face.
"Here." He says as he takes his brush and leaves a trial of red paint down the side of my face. I gasp and ran my fingertips across my face.
"You did not just do that." I say and quickly lung at him. He stumble back and runs trials of paint down my shirt.
We continue this for a couple minutes. Our stomachs hurt from all the laughing.
I run across the room, both brushes in my hands.
"Give it back!" He yells and lungs at me. I falter back and almost lose my balance. Carter wraps his arms around me and swings my form in front of him. He snatches the brush from me and slowly runs the tip of his brush across my cheek.
I laugh and hold my stomach as I go into a laughing fit.
I don't see Carter lean closer to me. His blue painted lips met met my yellow ones. I immediately feel butterflies in my stomach. He becomes eager and grips onto my thighs pulling me up against him. His soft lips move against mine, like they were made for each other.
My back softly pushes against the wall. He grabs my thighs and caresses them as I wrap my legs around his waist. His kisses go down my jaw, letting me breath. I tilt my head to the side to let him have more access to my skin.
I feel myself turning a crimson red as a small moan leaves my lips, I feel Carter smirk into my skin.
I cringe as I hear the door creak open.
"Umm, hi?" Evan says interrupting us. Carter finally lets me down, his arm fondly wrapped around my waist.
"W-what're you doing here?" I ask my cheeks turning red. "I was going to ask you guys if you wanted to go to the movies. But, obviously you two are busy." He says.
"Wait, we can still go." Carter speaks up. "What about your junge?" Evan says in his native language.
"Nun, Sie sollten dann gehen. Ich muss beenden, was ich angefangen habe." Carter says fluently.
"Fine." Evan says and walks out of the room. "Umm, what'd you-"
"It's not important." He says and grabs me by my wrist. He pushes me onto his black king sized bed and hovers over me, admiring my features. His eyes search mine for a couple seconds before slowly leaning in.
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Hazel
Romance'I understand why he hates his father. He's the man who pushed his wife against the living room walls. The man who shoved his own son in the closet for hours. The reason why Masons mother committed suicide.' ...
