You Don't Know My Life.
A R A B E L L A
When I wake up, my head is on Jaxon's chest and snuggled into his neck. His left arm is wrapped around my body, and his other is tucked underneath his head. Our feet are tangled together, my leg thrown over his waist tightly, and my arms are wrapped around his neck so tightly it's a shock he hasn't thrown me out yet.
I shift my gaze to the black clock on his wall, noticing it is only 12, meaning we skipped school. Oh my baby jesus I haven't skipped in... well... ever.
I feel Jaxon shift underneath me and blush, feeling his... you know what... brush against my thigh, which is still crossed tightly against his waist. I start to move away, mumbling an apology, but his arm locks tighter against my back, and he moves his head closer to mine, nuzzling it a bit.
"I could get used to waking up to this." He mumbles, making me smile against his bare torso, and I nod in agreement.
He inhales, pausing afterward like taking everything in, like he is trying to memorize everything he is trying to remember every little detail.
"We need to go to school." I mumble, causing him to halt.
"What?"
"School. We need to go." I reply, blushing as he lifts his head to look at me properly. He cracks smile and breathes through his nose, like a scoff/laugh thingy.
I move around, uneasy under his gaze, and snuggle back into his body and neck, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. He cuddles into me too, holding me closer (if possible). I smile and plant a sweet peck on his neck, and rub my nose over it like some weird dog.
I feel his smile touch the side of my face, and I start to feel his hand rubbing circles into my hips, rubbing it comfortingly.
"Don't worry about it, angel, you could use the day off." He says, shifting his head to kiss mine, his lips lingering for a minute. I smile and pull away, looking up at him kinda nervously.
"Jaxon..." I whisper, "I've never... skipped..."
He holds onto me while sitting up straight, making me fall into his lap, straddling him. He looks me straight in the eye, a blank look on his face for a few seconds before he laughs a little, leaning forward to give me a passionate kiss, catching me a little off guard.
When he pulls away, the sparks still ignited between us, he smiles brightly, like I've given him the ability to fly or something.
"Why are you so perfect?" He whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me toward his chest, accidentally (I think) making me rub onto his... you know what.
My mouth opens, an unintentional moan being released from my throat. His eyes dart up to me, his eyes darkening, and his hands move down to my hips, each hand firmly gripping onto each side of me. I gasp when he suddenly flips us over, his body falling over mine like a dark coat.
His arms don't seem to get tired as he holds himself up, but he does lower onto his elbows, laying in a plank position with me under him, eyes wide from surprise and anticipation.
He leans down and kisses me, lowering his body as well. I lift my hands to dig into his fluffy morning hair, intertwining my fingers in it. He grinds onto my body and I let another moan come out from out of my throat, hearing him growl in response- which is a freaking turn on.
"Jaxon," I breathe out, gasping a little as his hand makes contact with my semi-clammy skin, lifting up the hem of my shirt, well his shirt, which is on me. I feel him smirk against my lips, and he lets go of my lips to trail his on my neck instead, his kisses are perfect. Not too slobbery, not too dry.
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