Broken

Taken

The bright shine of the outside light leaks through his tall droopy curtains, flashing into my eyes. I awake from my deep slumber looking around trying to remember where i'm at. I can't help but pull my face back in a mischievous smirk as I finally remember that I was in his room, ALL night long. oh god. I can't believe it happened. I allow a quiet little shriek escape my mouth enjoying the memory of how magical it was to spend the night with him. I can't think about all this now, I have plenty of time to do that when I'm alone. When he's not a foot away from me. I wanna enjoy him again. Enjoy him being there at the very moment. god he's so perfect even when he's sleeping. I sit up slowly, making sure to be as sly and quiet as possible right when the covers fall from my shoulders. CLOTHES. I don't have any clothes on! 

I quickly lean to the side and grab any articles of my clothing that I can find near my side of the bed. Pants, and my bra. Convenient. I slip both of them on and at the snap of my bra when in place, the bed moves. I stop right there and don't move a muscle. The last thing I want to do right now is disturb a sleeping angel. He's beautiful while he's sleeping, so peaceful, and awakening him would just fill me with regret. 

The bed moves once more and then all movement stops. I sigh in relief, satisfied with my ability to stay quiet. Right when I push my leg up from the wooden floor to get up, a hand sweeps across my shoulder, all the way to my neck.

"Ah come on, don't leave just yet.", his soft voice whispers close to my skin. I can feel his warm breath so close.

A smile automatically crosses my mouth, "Who said I was leaving? You haven't even given me a chance to get off the bed yet."

"Maybe it was because I would like to take another good look at Cinderella before she runs off," His mouth is definitely close to my skin now. I'm trying my best to keep my breath steady.

"It's daylight smarty not midnight, plus I'm pretty sure Cinderella didn't go on and have a one night stand with the guy right after they met."

"No one was stopping her. Come on? After dancing with her and officially declaring that she would be his one true love, you could've expected the guy to have a thought or two on what goods he could find under that ball gown." I can almost picture the wide smirk that would be spread across his face right now. 

"He barely knew her. That would of just been unmanly. That would make him sound sooooo desperate and did I mention horny?."

"But the thing is.....",  His lips are on my shoulder blade as  he kisses my skin softly all the way up to my ear, "You already knew me better then anyone else."

I turn around to look at him and laugh, "Okay, okay. Point taken by you."

"When it comes to common sense Lena, you're not that good in having any."

"Hey!!! That's offending!!! Take it back!", I can never make myself sound serious enough. Maybe step one would have been not having a wide smile across my face.

"NOPE", he lays back down on his side of the bed feeling good about himself.

I inch my way towards him and put one hand across his chest. It feels so oddly weird, I'm not use to this. Touching him, like someone he truly desires would touch him. I've always been his best friend and when it comes to touching we have only been as far as a kiss on the cheek or holding hands. That's about it. Rather then having my hand somewhere else on his body, not just his chest. Anywhere. Whether it's his lips or through his hair, it feels abnormal. But in a good way, I like the sensation that builds up in me every time I do. More then anything was last night.