Let Me Love You (Lauren Jauregui/You)

Chapter 17

It's hot. Very hot. I'm talking 30 degrees plus hot. And when you're British, that's foreign. Don't get me wrong, it's nice, but my body is not made for weather like this. It's made for rain and wind and wearing a coat, not humidity and sun and laying naked in bed covered in nothing but a layer of sweat.

Lauren, being from the sunshine state itself, was not suffering like I was.

'You can't lie like that and then say no to sex, it really unfair', she stated as she stood, wearing nothing but her underwear, in the doorway to the bathroom.

'Take a cold shower', I replied.

'I already did', she began walking closer to me, 'it didn't help'.

'Stop getting closer to me, I can already feel the heat radiating from you'

'You're overreacting, it's not even that hot'

'Say that to the layer of sweat covering every inch of me'.

At this, she moved into the bed and hovered herself over me.

'Gladly', she muttered moving herself down so she was face to face with my torso.

'It's not even that hot', she repeated, speaking to my sweat covered body, kissing just below my belly button.

'Lo', I warned.

'Y/n'

'Please I really can't, if my body temperature rises by one degree you'll be able to cook and egg on me'

'Ugh, fine, at least put some underwear on, so I won't be as temped to touch', she got off me and rolled onto the other side of the bed, not touching me, but still remaining only millimetres away.

I got up and put on some underwear, instantly beginning to sweat even more, both at the movement and the added layer of insulation.

It was right as I sat back on the bed that my phone decided to go off. Causing me to huff and get back up to reach where it perched on the chair charging.

Maisie: you wanna get coffee?

Finally. It's only been 2 days.

Me: when?

Maisie: now?

Me: but it's so hot 😷

Maisie: get an iced coffee

Me: fine, usual?

Maisie: yup, don't take ages

Me: I'll be there in like 10

Maisie: so I'll see you in 30

Me: 👍🏽

I got up and looked at my clothing selection.

'I don't own any summer clothes, my fashion sense is not based around summer', I complained.

'Where are you going?'

'To see Maisie', I mumble as I moved on to digging through Lauren's clothes, hoping she'd have something a little better.

'Do you want me to come?'

'I don't think that's a very good idea', I said, pulling on a loose vest and a pair of 'running' shorts. I use air quotes because I doubt they've ever been used for running.