I woke up to sunlight glaring me in the face from Chad's window. I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my head into the crook of his neck, trying to be careful enough not to disturb him.
I willed myself to drift back to sleep, but a moment later, a large crashing noise sounded from another part of the house, followed by yelling.
"Chad," I whispered, my face only inches from his ear.
He groaned and used the arm slung around my waist to pull me closer, his eyes still closed.
"Chad," I repeated, putting a hand on his chest and shaking slightly. The yelling beyond the door continued. "Wake up."
His eyes blinked open slowly, groggy confusion clouding them.
"I could get used to this."
I couldn't help but return his smile as he stared up at me. In truth, I could get used to it too. We were long past making this a traditional kind of relationship and the uniqueness of what we had going on felt so personal, like we were special.
"Something's going on out there," I nodded toward the door.
Chad listened for a moment but didn't looked shocked or worried at all. He just shrugged and adjusted the arm that was holding me. His lack of concern confused me, but I didn't want to push it. I had to force myself to stay quiet, laying my head on his chest and tracing patterns on the soft skin of his side.
The shouts of the two men soon died down and I heard a door slam, followed by a car engine starting. My tracing stopped and I could tell that Chad sensed my need to know what was happening.
"It was just my dad and brother. They fight all the time."
I took a moment before responding, picking up the pattern once again. I knew what I said next would be important. Chad was like a pressure cooker and I didn't want to make him explode again. If this was ever going to work he needed to know I was on his side, that I was able to listen. I lifted my head, wanting to read Chad's eyes. What was he thinking?
"You know," I said, tilting his face so he was looking at me. "I'm here. I know you don't like to talk about it. But I'm here to listen."
He said nothing, instead leaning forward and connecting our lips. I knew the kiss was a distraction, but one he needed. I let my lips part as his tongue working in perfect synchronization with mine, my fingers tangling in his hair. Chad's hands traveled from my waist, down to my hips, as he pulled me on top of him without breaking the kiss. I let go of his curls and drug my hands down to his chest, silently marveling and the hardness of his muscles underneath the pale skin.
Chad removed his lips from mine and began pressing kisses to my neck, causing a small moan to escape my lips. I could feel him smile against my ever-quickening pulse.
"God, you have no idea how sexy you are," he said, pulling back to look at me. I couldn't stop the blush from spreading across my cheeks as I took in his lustful gaze.
I opened my mouth to respond when Chad's bedroom door opened and a guy who looked only slightly older that us stood in the doorway. He had the same dark curly hair as Chad, but was taller and his face was lined with dark scruff.
"Way to go, little brother," he winked at us.
I blushed even harder, and shifted so I was sitting on the bed rather than straddling Chad's torso.
"Get out, Jeff," Chad groaned, sitting up.
Jeff put up his arms in surrender.
