20.Not ready! (hotel)

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"I'm tired" I answer instead.
"How about a hotel?" West smirks as he catches on.

We make a reservation and go to the room. One king sized bed.

  I wake up to feel West wrapped around me. His hard abs pressed against my back.
I roll over and West groans.
I go to get up, somehow finding myself back on the bed with West top of me.
"I gotta pee!" I say as I get up and wrap myself in a blanket to cover my body.
    He follows me.
I groan.
   After I put on a pair of sweatpants, I lay on the floor without my shirt on.
   West comes to me and puts his hand on my scar.
   "What's this?" He ask.
"It's a scar." I say.
    "Duh. What caused such a big scar?"
  "Jumped out of a car going like....80 miles per hour."
   "Why would you wanna do that?"
  "There is a lot about me that I'm not ready to talk about. I tell you when I'm ready."
   "You can tell me anything."
"I'm not ready."
  "It's fine. Tell me whenever."
He leans down and starts kissing my stomach.
   "Stop!" I playfully say as I'm laughing.
   He stops.
"Ok." Then he places a kiss on my scar.
  
   We decide to get ready and start driving again.
   I keep my sweatpants on and put on a grey tank top with the brown leather jacket.
   As we walk out the door, I grab West's head and pull him in with force, kissing him.
  He lets out a moan.
  "About that question, I'll take a yes."
   We kiss forcefully for a while, full on make out session against a wall. I hear a bonk and west says ow.
  We were done now, he hit his head on the key rack things.
  "Sorry."
"It's fine." He says as he kisses my temple.
  We get in the car and start heading more West.

    "I can't believe your my girlfriend! I love it! I love you." He freaks.
  "Awww."
He puts his hand on mine.
   "Do you thinks we are doing the right thing? I mean...."
"What do you want to do?" He ask.
   "I kind of want to see my friends." I say.
   "We can go back." He turns the car around.
   "You sure you wanna do this?"
   "Sure"
We now drive back in the direction we came.

  

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