Lagorra

Chapter 12

                    Chapter 12

     I woke up cuddled to Tristan. Our faces just centimeters apart. I lightly touched his face with my fingers. He laid sound asleep. I laughed at him when he nuzzled his head closer to my neck. It was such a beautiful sight.

     "Mmm," Tristan mumbled. I giggled to myself. "What are you giggling about?"

     "Nothing."

     He looked at me as if I were crazy. I laughed at him.

     "Are you on crack," he asked me.

     "No! I'm not even close to a druggy," I say.

     He nods. "Yeah right."

     "What's that suppose to mean, Tristan," that was kinda offensive.

     "You do do drugs. It's called Love. I do it too, ya know," he said matter-of-factly.

     "Smartass," I say.

     "Thank you," he said getting up. "Guess that makes two of us."

     "Fuck you. We should get to school," I say hopping out of bed.

     "Do we have to go to school? Why can't we skip and fuck around," he said, pulling me back to the bed and face him.

     "I wish," I said looking up at him.

     "Why wish when we can," he leaned forward to kiss me.

     "Because I have things planned in my future," I say after our lips part.

     "I do too," he said looking into my soul. "I plan on marrying the girl of my dreams, having a kid or more, and have my happy ending with my new family," he said looking me in the eye.

     "Very nice," I say.

     "Now c'mon, don't wanna be late for school," he went over to his closet and pulled out some clothes. "Dont make me carry you to the bathroom and undress you and get you ready for school," he said giving me this sexy look.

     "In your dreams," I say running into the bathroom and shutting the door lock behind me.

     I strip out of the clothes I fell asleep in and replaced them with a new cute out fit. I wore black stilettos, tight black mid-waist skinny jeans, a black crop top, and a black army looking jacket. My hair fell below my shoulders in bouncy curls.

     I walked out only to find Tristan in his black skinny jeans– that hung dangerously low– doing his hair with no shirt on. He spotted me in the mirror and turned to face me. He looked fine when he saw me in the mirror but when he faced me he pretty much froze.

     "Damn," he thought to himself.

     I put on this devilish smirk and made my way towards him. I placed my left arm around his neck and let my right hand travel around his chest as he watched me, still petrified. Then I felt two hands on my waist. I looked down and saw that they belonged to Tristan, and I looked back to him and his devilish smirk. Mischief played around in his eyes.

     "The tables have turned, love," he said.

     Next thing I knew, I was pinned up against the wall and Tristan. His hands roamed around my back and waist. He pulled my hip into his as he kissed flames up and down my neck. As his flammed kisses started to trail downward, I arched my back.

     "Tristan," I said like a moan. He smiled against my burning skin, enjoying everything he was doing to me, then pulled away.

     "We should get to school," he said, pulling away to finish getting dressed.

     "Finish getting dressed, we're gonna be late." I let the breath I've been holding go.