Megan Lee Anderson had never truly believed in love until it had happened to her. She goes on a family vacation to Florida, least expecting to find it there. But she does, and there's just something about him that keeps her drawled in, always chasin...
I stirred in the bed, the sunlight spilling through the window and throughout my entire bedroom. I stretched my arms out, freaking myself out when my hands ran into something. A groan was heard from beside me as I struggled to escape a pair of arms. I inhaled deeply, familiar to the scent of mangoes entering my nostrils. I flipped over, turning around so that I was facing him.
"Morning, sunshine," Matt smiled, placing a kiss on my forehead. I smiled softly, the events from last night all washing over me like a wave. I pursed my lips, experiencing one of the biggest mood drops ever.
Matthew frowned and pulled me closer to him, my face nuzzled into his bare chest. I wrapped my arms around his naked torso, tears slowly welling up into my eyes, despite it being 9 in the morning.
"I saw what Jared said about you last night," Matt mumbled, rubbing his hand up and down my side, sliding up my shirt, "You shouldn't listen to him, princess. You're no whore, and it wasn't fake love, even I'm willing to say that." He paused to push a strand of hair behind my ear. "Everything about you is completely real, and I love that about you." He pulls me in closer, pressing his lips to mine. The kiss was sweet, and I couldn't help but smile into the kiss. I pull away from him completely, getting out of my bed.
"I think we better get ready for school," I giggled, checking the time. "We have less than half an hour, baby." He nodded, slipping himself out of the bed. He gave me one last peck before slipping into the bathroom and changing into the clothes he had on for the tea party.
I also got dressed, trying to look presentable after the complete mess I was this morning and last night. I threw on some black skinny jeans and a grey crop top that reached just above my belly button. I looked into my wall mirror, quickly combing my hands through my hair for that messy type of effect. I pulled it to one side, splitting it into three strands and braiding my hair all the way down. I left a strand for me to curl, my braid reaching just above my waist. I was too lazy to apply any makeup, just grabbing my eos from my desk and lathering a small amount of lips. I smiled at myself proudly, just as Matt stepped out of the bedroom. His hair was still wet, but slicked back. He smiled at me, walking towards me and snaking his arms around my waist from behind. He held me close to his chest, grinning at me through the mirror.
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"You look beautiful," he commented, placing a gentle kiss on the back of my head. "I especially like your hair," he chuckled, pulling away and messing with the braid a little. He rubbed the top of my head, making me groan and attempt to flatten my hair back to normal.
"You're such a jerk," I muttered playfully, looking back into the mirror to fix my hair. He laughed, my eyes glancing at him beside my mirror. His smile was wide as he threw his head back slightly, his shoulders relaxed. I turned away from the mirror, staring at him admirably. He returned my glance with a strange gaze.
"You okay?" I nodded, taking his hand and beginning to pull him out of the room.
"Let's go," I grinned, pulling him down the stairs with me.
