Breathe (Anthony Trujillo)

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I'm sitting at the island, in Anthony's sweat pants and his hoodie, playing on my phone and drinking coffee. I've been texting Kian and Jc about what happened and how I felt about everything for the past hour or so. I hear someone huff, I look up through my lashes at Erika, in her underwear and bra. Great start to my morning, love it. I take a deep breath and get myself together.

"Hey, Erika?" I call to her. Nothing. I roll my eyes.

"Erika?" I repeat. Again, nothing. I take a deep breath.

"Jesus fuck, will you just listen to me for 2 seconds?!" I boil over with anger. I sigh and put my hands out.

"Sorry. Sorry, I just want to talk to you." I apologize when she jumps and looks at me with scared eyes. She quickly composed herself and crosses her arms with a cocked eyebrow. I stand from my stool and pull down the sweatshirt.

"Okay, I would not be doing this if Anthony and I didn't get back together," I speak calmly.

"Sadly." She scoffs. I smile unamused. I put my hands up and shake my head.

"You know what? I'm done trying to be the bigger person. Fuck you Erika and suck my dick." Her mouth hangs agape, caught off guard. I dump the little coffee I had left in the bottom of my cup in the sink and set my cup on the side of the sink.

I pocket my phone and start heading for the stairs. I jog up the stairs and go back to Anthony's room. I slowly peek in the crack of the door and see him laying on his stomach, his arms wrapped around the pillow and he is looking the opposite way. I slowly make my way into the room.

I slowly kneel on the bed and swing my leg over his back, I straddle his back and start lightly running my nails down his back. He groans, as he stirs awake.

"Good morning sleepyhead." I speak lowly. I see him smile a little, his eyes still closed.

"I missed waking up to you so fucking much, you have no idea." Anything mumbles, his raspy morning voice getting to me. I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth and hold it there. Remember Tish, taking it slow.

I lay my torso over his back and my head on his, I face the same way he is. I feel his stubble poke my smooth skin.

"Hey Tish?" Anthony speaks huskily. I close my eyes composing myself.

"Hm?" I ask, my eyes still closed. I feel him smirk.

"Nothing, I just know you have a fetish for morning voices." I smile. I smack his bare back.

"Asshole." I grumble. I sit back up and look down at him. He pulls his arms out from under the pillow and slowly rolls onto his back, me still sitting on top of him. He lays his hands on the sides of my waist, he smiles up at me brightly. I smile back down at him. My eyes widen when I feel his friend poking me.

"Anthony! You're doing this on purpose." I giggle scotching up his torso. He smirks again and shrugs. "Doing what?" He cocks and eyebrow. I shake my head. He grips my waist and lefts me on the side of him. He sits on the edge of the bed and looks back at me.

"I have to go shower." He points to the bathroom door. I narrow my eyes at him. As he gets to the bathroom door, he pulls his underwear off, he glances back at me before shutting the door leaving it cracked. I look around the room, trying to find something to distract myself with. I hear his music turn on, he blasts "Slow motion" by Trey Songz.

I huff, that's the song that gets me going. For fucks sake, fuck this taking it slow shit. I climb off his bed, I pull the sweater over my head and slide his sweats off on the way to the door. I unhook my bra and swing the door open, I slip my panties off and slide the glass door to the shower open. I close it behind me. Anthony is facing the shower head, opposite of me.