I'll Stay

Chapter 3

"Wake up. Get up you sleepy head. You promise me that you're gonna prepare breakfast for me."

She tried to pull my arms, thinking she'll be able to make me get up.

I smirked and pulled her instead. She landed on my chest and my arms snaked around her waist.

"Luke, why do you have to be so naughty?"

She's my favorite cuddle-pillow. It just feels so right to hold her in my arms like this. I didn't replied, just for a while, trying to savor my favorite part of the day. I just love hugging her.

. . .

"Can you please get up now?" 

"Give me a kiss and I will."

She groaned. Rolling her eyes, she stooped down and gave me a quick kiss. And when she pulled away, I swear she fucking looked like a tomato. I smirked.

What a dork.

I woke up with an empty bed. I rubbed my face as I recalled what happened last night. Well, shit.

I was fucking drunk. I slept beside her. I even fucking spooned her. Shit. We spooned and, it felt so fucking good.

When I went down to look for Audrey, a bouquet of roses caught my attention. I looked at the card attached to it.

It says "Have a nice day little one! Hope you like roses.
                                 -Mark :)  "

Wait, who the fuck is—

"Good morning! I already cooked breakfast. I'm really in a hurry, I'll be back after lunch though."

Woah. Audrey looks so good in her pencil skirt and blouse. She looks sophisticated but in a hot way.

She was brushing her hair while looking for something. I can't even talk to her, she looks so busy. "What are you looking for?"

She met my gaze and closed her eyes. She suddenly looks like she wasn't in a hurry anymore. Then she started to walk towards me. Every damn step she made was slow, like she was taking her time. She stopped when we were just a few inches from one another. She looked so fucking nervous, but why? I tucked some strands of her hair behind her ear to ease her down.

Fuck, she's so beautiful.

"M-Maybe a goodbye k-kiss?"

I couldn't blink. I was just frozen on my fucking spot. Kiss? She's asking for a kiss? But where? She didn't said where I should kiss her specifically. Should I kiss her on the cheeks? Or on her forehead? Panic started to climb up on my system. My eyes quickly found their way to her lips.

Or maybe I should kiss her on the lips?

"I-I'm sorry, I'm not forcing you—"

I don't know what came over me, I just found myself crashing my lips onto hers. She closed her eyes when I closed the small gap between us.

When I pulled away, I can't help but chuckle. What am I gonna do with this dork? Her face is so fucking red.

"You're gonna be late," I reminded her.

Her eyes widened and shook her head. "I better go now. B-bye."

I escorted her all the way to the doorstep. She wasn't facing me. Is something bothering her though? Was it the kiss?

"Hey, what's wrong?," sincerity was overflowing in the tone of my voice.

She just shook her head and quickly went inside her car. What the hell?