brenton's girl

nine

"Baby, princess, gorgeous, leah." I listened to brenton but stayed still, pretending to be asleep. I was confused when he didn't say anything else, he had been trying to get me up for the past two minutes, he doesn't just give up.

"Ow, ow, ow." I whined at the feeling of a pinch on my butt, not just a pinch but a bite. "Brenton," I looked at him, now laying his head on my thigh. He had just bitten my ass. "That hurt." He smiled up at me, a dimpled  smile and my heart melted. 

Why is he so perfect?

"Come on, we gotta get ready, we have a long flight." He said but cuddled closer to my thigh, and closed his eyes.

"Tell yourself that," I said with a groggy voice. "Brenton, come on." I rolled over, making his head plop on the bed and he groaned, I sat up and he followed suit.

We both started to get ready, Sam walked in and dropped a bag on my bed. "Here's all of your things that were in my room." She said and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. I thanked her and she nodded, walking out.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face while brenton showered. "Hey leah," Tony said walking in the bathroom. "Where's the keys to your car? I left my passport in it."

"Uhhh, the keys may be in my bookbag." I said and he nodded. I dutch braided my hair in two before walking into my closet to grab clothes. I wore a pair of Victoria secret sweat pants and a red lifeguard hoodie.

"Leah," I looked at brenton and he pecked my lips. "I can't wait to get to dubai, baby." He bit his lip and looked me up and down.

"I'm wearing sweats, keep it in your pants." I patted his chest and walked past him, dragging my fingers against his torso.

"Youre a goddamn tease." He snapped slapping my butt. "Don't forget, we have a eight hour flight."

"You don't forget it," I said squatting to grab some of my make up from in front of my mirror and putting it into a make up bag, then in my carry on.

Brenton groaned and through my mirror I saw him bite his lip a little harder and run a frustrated hand through his hair. Poor things upset.

"Brenton," he looked at my eyes. "Calm down." He took a deep breath and released a half laugh, half sigh before closing his eyes.

"Right." He said and smiled at me. I smiled back and grabbed my bags.

"You ready?" I asked. Brenton nodded and picked up his bags. We both walked out of my room the same time my dad was walking up the stairs. He glared at us, I stepped back.

"Did you forget, I said leave that door open." He snapped.

"The door was ajar." I said softly. "Mom said it was okay. As long as it was technically open."

"Does it look like I'm your mom?"

"No."

"Exactly." He walked past the both of us and to his room. "We're leaving in thirty."

I nodded my head and sighed once he closed the door. "I don't know why he hates us being together so much."

"Wayside." Brenton said and kissed the side of my head, we walked down stairs and met with Sam and tony who were gathering food for the plane.

"Should we bring cookies or brownie brittle?" Sam asked holding up both desserts.

"How about we bring both?" I asked smiling at them. Tony hit Sams butt and gave her a look.

"I told you." He said in a pouty voice. I laughed and pulled my cases outside, to the car. "Is it okay with you if we ride by ourselves?" I asked Brenton.