Marching Band: The Journey [EDITING]

5 - THE COOKIES!

I wake up to my face smashed in a pillow. As I groan and roll over, the bright rays filter through the curtain hung up for the door that leads onto the deck. An arm slithers over my stomach after I pull the sheet up to my shoulders. From laying on my stomach, it allowed the sun rays to warm my bare back. I look to the right to see Tony, somewhat asleep. He has a smile on his lips and his breaths have become uneven. When his eyes flutter open, I smile at the warmth in them.

"Morning, babe." He muttered in the fudging sexiest morning voice. He leaned over to kiss my cheek before flopping back down.

"Morning." I return, rolling over so I was leaning on his bare chest. As I begin to trace random patterns on his shoulder, I look up at him through my lashes. "Last night was... eventful."

He chuckled at my comment. I noted the light shade of pink dusting his cheeks as I rolled over and out of bed, pulling the sheet along with me. After wrapping it loosely around my body, I disappear into the bathroom, but not before glancing back at Tony. He has the duvet covering his lower half, one leg sticking out.

I turned on the hot water, letting it run for a while so it was warm when I got in. It paid off, washing away all the sweat and grime I collected last night. Through the steamy glass, I could see Tony came into the bathroom. I was happy to see he was wearing black boxer briefs, but even happier when I saw him slip them off. He climbed into the shower with me. The cold of the tiled wall made me shiver as my back hit it. Tony caged me in, smirking down at me.

He just got himself into trouble.

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"Morning!" Em chirped as I made my way over to the kitchen bar. She poured me a mug of coffee as I sat down. I gratefully took it from her with a weak smile.

What? Tony made me tired.

"I don't know how you can be this energized. You're usually not a morning person." I mumbled, taking a small sip. The hot liquid warms my insides and I smile into it.

"I'm not, and I wasn't. Until I saw Carson leave in nothing but gym shorts to go for a morning run. So I had to wake up to see him come in." She returned, a cheeky smile taking over her lips.

Quite a coincidence since he came in at the exact moment.

His hair was falling in his eyes, it slightly drenched from sweat. The sweat glistened from his bare chest. He had a towel around his neck, probably to mop up the sweat. I try not to grin. What? I may have a boyfriend, doesn't mean I can't look. Just can't touch. When I look over at Em, she is smiling like a school girl.

"Morning, ladies. The beach is really nice." Carson mentions, going in the kitchen to get something to eat. He pours himself a glass of orange juice into a glass and then downs half of it.

"I made bacon if you want some." Em offers, motioning towards a plate of bacon. But I am appalled.

1) Em never shares food, let alone bacon. 2)How could she not offer me any?! And 3) Oh, yas girl! The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Carson gratefully takes a few pieces, puts them on a paper towel, grabs his glass of orange juice, and makes his way out onto the deck off the living room. It overlooks our backyard, a few neighboring backyards, and you can just see the beach too. Em grabs her mug of coffee and goes to join him, sending me a smirk on her way. I chuckle at her over my coffee. Tony makes his way upstairs. He's wearing some light grey swim trunks and the same sweatshirt I wore last night. After our shower, I slipped into my black bikini and jean shorts since I was planning to hit the beach later.

"We need to stop having... fun." Tony joked, kissing my cheek before going into the kitchen to get breakfast. He snatched a few pieces of bacon from Em's plate. I grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch where I sat in his lap. After a few minutes of peace and quiet, Phillip ran up the stairs with a box of donuts.