Mia

Just for the Summer

I climbed in next to Beau, fitting back into the nook of his chest. He shifts before I lay down all the way, sitting up and peeling away his shirt. I bite my lip as he stretches in the light of the moon, his body all lines. He turns to lay back down when he sees me, I pretend to have just woken myself,

"Did I wake you?" He asks, ruffling his hair, I shake my head. He smirks and lays back down, his hands finding my body under the blanket and pulling me into him. I breath in his scent and feel my lips brush his neck, he tenses before I pull away. I can see the light stubble growing along his jaw, bleeding into his loose hair.

"Sorry," I mumble, pulling my body away from his. He shrugs and uses his arm around my shoulders to pull me back down. I feel my face get hot as it rests on his chest, which is now bare.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" He asks after I place my hand against his stomach.

"Not for the summer," I say and look up at him, he laughs before biting his lip.

"Alright then," he smirks.

It takes less than five minutes for me to fall asleep, but I could hear the steady rhythm of Beau's heart immediately after he spoke.

The sun was baking my skin as i woke up, the heat from the wall of windows was unforgiving. I groaned and rolled away from the light, into Beau.

"Good morning," he said softly, he was reading a book.

"Morning," I smiled. He was ontop of the blankets, his jeans ripped at the knees and thighs.

"Hungry?" He asked, setting the book on his end table. I nodded and rolled deeper into the blankets, he laughed before pushing out of bed. I stayed in bed until he tossed my phone next to me,

"I think it's your brother," he says and then slides in with two plates of breakfast.

"Hello," I answer the ringing phone,

"Hey!" Tom booms. I flinch away from the speaker for a moment.

"Sorry I never came home," I say. He makes a 'pshh' sound. I always admired my brothers carefree attitude, I guess that was why I let Beau this far into my life having met him only two days ago.

"Not what I was calling about, just letting you know we won't be home today so we're hiding a key in the fake rock in the flower pot," he explains.

"Alright," I say. He was the best brother, always the favorite over me.

"There's food in the fridge if you come home." Then he hung up. I laugh into the phone before setting it down to grab my plate. Eggs specked with green and red and thick cream sauce drizzled over it.

"This looks amazing," I say, he's already eating his. His dark hair was shining in the sun, thick and loose on top of his head. God, he was beautiful. The stubble seemed to double over night and was darker on his jaw as he chewed.

"My father was cooking," he says and points out the open door. I can see a man at the stove, short and round with dark hair and a rag over his shoulder.

"Awe, remind me to thank him." I start to eat the delicious eggs. He nods and leans back into the pillows, setting the plate on his stomach as he continues to eat. He still hasn't put a shirt on, the hair on his chest is just a bit darker than his jaw.