Strawberry Sweet

.Cuddling Again.

🍓Chapter Twenty Five: Cuddling Again🍓

🍓Strawberry Sweet🍓

I don't think I've ever missed someone's touch more than Drakes. Like I had said before. He's a drug. And I'm hooked.

"You're pulling on my hair, Drake" I whisper.

"Sorry" he apologizes and lifts his arm to free my hair from the weight of his bicep.

I place my head on his chest and wrap my leg around his, with my right hand I run my fingers up and down his chest.

"I think I could lay here like this forever" He comments with a soft whisper. I look up at his face to see that a kind smile plays across his lips and his eyes closed with contentment. I smile and return to the position my head was in before.

"Me too..."

As I continue trailing my fingers up and down his chest his breathing becomes a little quicker. I look up again to see that his brows are furrowed and drawn together.

"What's wrong?" I ask curios.

"When I called you baby earlier... why did you seem so bothered by it?" He asks.

"I wasn't I just... it was strange how normal it sounded, you know?" I tell him.

"I guess that makes sense. You know it's hard being friends with you" he whispers seductively.

"I'm sorry..." I apologize waiting for him to degrade me somehow.

"Oh god" he says sitting up in bed. I stay laying down wiping my eyes. "Oh god, no. Not like that, I just mean that it's hard because of all of your great qualities." He says "you're not a bad person, I promise. I'd never... it's just hard because you're so..." He trails looking up and down at my body.

I'm wearing the same white short shorts and short white tank top that shows off my blue crystal bellybutton piercing.

"Sexy" he finishes and leans closer to me. "So..." he bites his lip "tempting."
I know it's stupid, but in this situation all I can bring myself to do it lay still and not make a sound.

He places his hands at either side of my head and hovers over my body. "It's hard to not just..." he leans in closer and closer until our faces are centimeters apart.

"Kiss me" I finish for him, but curiously enough, demand at the same time.

Obeying my commands and giving in all at once he leans down further and his soft lips come in contact with my own plumps ones.

You know how they say 'Sparks fly'? Well... that's exactly how it felt. Like a jolt of electricity ran from his lips into the flesh of mine.

After a second of the tender touch his lips start moving in rhythm and I move my own to stay in sync.

As the kiss becomes more passionate and lust-driven I bring my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers in his thick locks of chocolate brown hair.

(Warning: 18+ ahead)

His fingers snake themselves into my shirt and come up to cup my breast.

I bring one of my hands down to the button of his pants and quickly I undo it and the zipper. He doesn't object so I take this time to whisper a thought I've only had in my dreams.

"Drake" I mumble against his lips. "Take me"
He bites my bottom lip causing a gasp to erupt from me.

"Gladly" he smirks and trails kisses from my jaw line, all the way to the valley of my breasts.

(Okay 17-, read on)

I wake up to my alarm. I go to shut it off. Once the blaring has stopped I hear the shuffle of a person next to me. I look behind me to see that Drakes arm is draped over my waist and his face buried in my pillow. His naked chest reminds me of the events that happened last night and I blush. Hard.

I lay back down in the bed next to him and stare at his features for a while. I kiss his forehead lightly. "Drake" I whisper softly. "It's time for school"

He rumbles next to me and pulls me closer to him. His head now rests on my chest -that's covered by my duvet- and his arms wrapped around my waist. I play with his hair.

"It's Labour day, babe" he mumbles and his voice sends vibrations down my chest and torso.

Then it clicks. We don't have school today. We can lay here all morning and noon and no one could say anything about it.

After moments of silence I break it.
"Would you like breakfast?"

He nods "bacon sounds good right now" he smiles and gets off of me just enough for me to slip away from him.

"Bacon it is" I say and throw his shirt on over my naked body. I look back at him and he watches me smiling.

I go to get off of the bed when he pulls me back down to him by the wrist. I look him in the eyes and he smiles at me. Softly he cups my cheek and kisses my lips slowly.

When he pulls away I can't help but blush.

He brings me in faster this time and pecks me on the lips. "And one for good luck" he says.

I smile and roll my eyes getting off of the bed. "I'll be back with your bacon, big man" his laugh echoes down the staircase after me.

About 20 minutes later Drake comes down the stairs with boxers and sex hair but never the less... perfect.

He hops up and slides over the counter and lands perfectly on his feet inches away from me. He comes closer and wraps his arm around me as I stand at the stove and places a kiss on the top of my head.

"I just said bacon, but this works too baby" he comments looking at the variety of eggs, toast, pancakes, and even chopped fruits I had made. Currently flipping bacon in a hot pan. After last night I think he definitely earned the right to call me baby. Thinking about it I still feel the dull pain between my legs.

"Would you mind getting the orange juice out of the fridge... babe?" I ask testing the nickname out.

"What?" He asks. Uh oh.

"Will you get the orange juice out?" I repeat myself purposely leaving out the 'babe' part.

"No, no, the other part" he says "call me babe one more time" he smiles dreamily at me.

I roll my eyes and smile, spatula in hand "babe"

He perks up and reaches into the fridge. "Perfect"

I've never agreed on anything more in my life. Perfect. What we have is perfect. This leads me to think irrationally about the 'what if's'

What if in 20 years it will be me cooking breakfast for our two small children and us?

What if this could be something more?

What if... I want something more?