Marching Band: The Journey [EDITING]

20 - Cliché Romance Novel

Tony and I stayed up all night talking. There were a few times he tried to do more than talk, but I kept him on track. We talked about Tracey, Reese, how to deal with it all, and more. He ranted about football, I ranted about band. It was good for both of us. When I woke to the sound of the shower running, I smiled to myself. We got through one night without going past second base. GOAL REACHED!

He emerges from the bathroom in nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, making the V-line more prominent. I just stare as me makes his way over and pulls me in by the waist.

"I was a good boy last night. Let me be bad." He pouted, giving my hips a squeeze. A tingle shot through me as he leaned in close. Our lips barely touching, his minty breath across my cheeks. "I know you want to."

My jaw drops open in shock. Teaser! I pull out of his grasp and stalk into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind me. A plan was already forming in my head as the hot water washed over my skin. When I opened the door, Tony was waiting at the foot of the bed in still only a towel. I ignore his adorable pout as I grab some clothes and go back to the bathroom. After I slip into some super-short shorts, a bikini top, and pull my hair into a messy bun, I leave the bathroom. Once again, I ignore his gawking as I leave the room without a jacket or shirt.

The house is a little too quiet for my liking, but I knew it was going to be like this. Em and Carson were out on a double date with Phillip and Haley. Ethan took Reese to get drunk at a bar. So I was left alone with Tony.

Any other day and I would be fine. But he teased me. I must return the favor.

This is war.

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All morning, I had teased Tony. I tried everything, but he never broke. Walking around in the house in a just a bikini? Check! Taking a shower with the bathroom door unlocked and open? Done. Wearing nothing but a tee that barely reached one-fourth down my thigh? Nailed it. I almost resorted to walking around in my birthday suit when he caught on.

Tony went around in boxers. And only boxers. All muscles out on display, teasing me. Everything was defined by the sun rays. Italy does him justice. There was no perfect way to describe him. It would be copy and pasting from every romance novel ever. Just too beautiful.

He flaunted everything he had. Shooting hoops, swimming laps, washing dishes at the sink. He did it all. I was thinking of my counter attack when he pulled me to him from behind.

His scent clouded over me, his strong arms circled around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder, his breath tickling my skin.

"We should stop teasing each other and just give in." As he said this, his hands slid around to grip my hips. He moved his lips to hover over the skin of my neck.

He was waiting for permission.

I lean back into him, closing the small space between my neck and his lips. Once we touch, he grows hungrier. His hands skirt down my thighs as his lips travel down the back of my shoulder. I stand, letting his kisses attack me all over. When he gets to my lower back, he moves to my stomach and kisses his way up. Finally, our lips connect.

And its a cliché romance novel all over again.

Fireworks. Sparks. Fires. Burning skin. Roaming hands. Trailing fingers. Bare skin.

Totally and one hundred percent PG.

NOT!

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Leaving day. Such a sad day. Italy was beautiful and I can't wait to come back in the future.

Everyone is packed, dressed in their lazy clothes, and waiting for our plane. Reese and Tony still haven't talked. It's easy to see that when they're the farthest apart right now. Tony did talk to Tracey and they're good. A little rocky, but getting there. Carson and Em are in their own world, whispering into each other's ears. Haley and Phillip are bickering over something, its probably small and petty. And I'm curled up in Tony's lap.

His heart beat is steady underneath his vibrant blue cotton T-shirt. My fingers are in his hair, massaging his head. He closed his eyes in pure bliss, his thumb rubbing back-and-forth on my bare thigh. I was wearing high-waisted, cut-offs with Tony's purple hoodie over a plain black tank-top. My hair was being difficult today so I just threw it up into a messy bun. I looked at our feet as I thought how different things would be when we got home. Tony was wearing his Nike running shoes and I was wearing my original high-top converse.

Em was looking comfy as hell in sweatpants and a hoodie. One of Carson's, I may add. He was in a plain black muscle tee and cargo shorts. Both were matching in the shoe department with black vans. Phillip was wearing jeans and a simple gray tee. Haley had on some leggings and his jacket. Even though they were fighting a minute ago, she kissed him goodbye because her flight to Maryland was called. Ethan was in black Adidas pants with three stripes down the sides and an Adidas black windbreaker. Reese looked like shit next to him. He had on black gym shorts and a Duke sweatshirt.

I was going to go talk to him when our flight was called. The process was the same, females still ogling the guys. Even shamelessly staring at Tony, whose arm was around my waist and lips were on my forehead. Did they not get the hint from that? Instead of giving them the satisfaction of seeing my glare, I smiled sickly sweet at them as we passed. All I earned in return were some heavy glares. Nothing new.

Everyone was business class, Phillip glad he didn't have to sit with any of us. Tony got our tickets upgraded to first class, making me gush over all the perks. Warm towels, champagne, lounge chairs, fluffy robes! I was in heaven. Literally.

As I settled back into my seat next to Tony, I smiled to myself in peace as he intertwined our fingers before resting them in my lap. Everything in my life was at peace.

For now.

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Am I terrible for posting late or wonderful for posting at all?

I'm proud of myself.

~Lotus

P.S. This is really short and just a filler chapter. Sorry!