Where We Begin

Chapter 34 - You Can't Stay Under There Forever

Nov 9th, 2002 - Taylor

It was about five in the morning. The sky was still dark and the house was silent. Busta was asleep beside me, but I had been awake for awhile.

For a moment, when my eyes first fluttered open, I forgot there was a boy in my bed in with me. We were laying practically nose-to-nose and Busta's arm was still draped over my waist. It was a little heavy, but extremely comforting, just like feeling the warmth of his body next me under the sheets. How could I go back to sleep when everything was so perfect?

Busta stirred slightly and his brown eyes slowly opened. He blinked a couple times, probably having his own moment of "where am I?", which faded into a sweet, sleepy smile.

"I could get used to this," he murmured.

"Waking up together or having sex?" I giggled, as I brushed his messy hair from his forehead.

"I meant the waking up part, but now that you bring it up..." Busta pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms more tightly around me. "I've never woken up naked with a gorgeous girl before, I feel like I need to take advantage of this."

We kissed, morning breath be damned. His lips moved down my neck to my collarbone, his hands wandering as well.

"Ooh, as wonderful as that sounds, we should probably think about getting you home," I said reluctantly.

Busta's head popped back up, an exaggerated frown on his face. "Why would I ever go home? Why would I ever leave this bed? You're going to have to get used to it, this is my home now!"

He yanked the comforter up over his head.

I rolled my eyes. "You can't stay under there forever."

"Oh, yes I can," Busta replied, muffled by the blanket. "I can see your boobs."

I pulled the comforter back away from him, and he frowned again.

"Party pooper."

I snuggled back up to him. "I know. I wish I didn't have to be. Imagine if we really could just stay here? We could sleep a couple more hours, take a shower together. I could make you breakfast and we'd have coffee by the pool and lay in the sun all afternoon."

"That would be a great day. Especially since you didn't mention getting dressed at all," Busta grinned.

"Hmm. As long as I can have an apron while I'm making the bacon, I think that could be arranged," I said, lightly running my index finger up and down his abs.

"Naked bacon breakfast?!" Busta groaned. "Oh man, that's like the ultimate fantasy I never knew I wanted until now."

Out of nowhere, a brief flash of light came through the blinds. Headlights. Without missing a beat, I spun out of bed. I grabbed the robe off my bathroom door and stumbled in the dark over to the window. There was a black town car in the driveway. 

And out of it stepped my dad.

"Shit." I blurted out. I dashed over to my desk where my cell phone was sitting. There was a text from dad around 11pm, saying he switched to the red eye. Stupid me, too preoccupied last night to bother checking my messages. "Shit, shit, shit," I kept repeating.

"What?!" Busta was still in bed.

"My dad is home." I started gathering all of Busta and my clothes off the floor.

"Are you fucking serious?"

I gave him an incredulous look. "Why wouldn't I be? Get in the closet."