VIRIDITY • jb

twenty three.

          Justin's sleepwear (a huge shirt and a boxer short) was too big on me, but so comfortable. I was curled up into a ball when I woke up and saw Justin looking over his phone, then glances at me when I barely moved. I saw that he's changed into his own pajamas even though I thought he's more of a boxer guy, but maybe he's just being nice and not showing that side of him yet.

          “Did you sleep well?”

          “What time is it?” I ask. “Were you waiting for me?”

          “It's only past two. And no, I was just making myself sleep,” he smiles, you could see that he's tired by looking at his droopy eyes.

          “You can sleep on your bed, you know. I'm sure there's another bed for me somewhere here.”

          He shrugs his shoulders. “Do you still want to sleep some more?”

          I shook my head. “No, but I think you need some. Can we stop being kids and just stay on your bed or something?”

          I felt like I've done what he really wants me to and he sat on the edge of his bed, with his phone in his hand still. “Oh my God, you're being such a virgin. Are you going to sleep like that?”

          He laughs at me, then moved to make himself comfortable beside me. He's fifteen inches away from me and I could feel his stiff body next to me. “Seriously Justin, I'm not trying to make fun of you but... are you okay? Should I leave the bed to yourself and—”

          “Oh no no no. Shît,” he holds my arm and pulls me closer to him. “I'm sorry. I just—”

          “You don't have to tell me anything if you're not ready,” I stated, hugging his torso as I buried my head on his chest. “Go ahead and close your eyes.”

          “I like you so fûcking much, it's annoying.”

          He does?

          The entire night, I listened to his steady heartbeat. I was expecting him to snore like most of the guys do, but his breathing pattern was smooth. The only thing I noticed about sleeping Justin is he groans and moans for every three minutes I guess. I analyze things way too much.

          I tried to pull myself out of his grasp to watch him sleep but failed miserably when he made my leg dangle over his legs and put his head in my neck. Fantastic. Now I feel his hot breath on my neck.

          “You're not going anywhere...”

          “I thought you're asleep?”

          “I'm a light sleeper.”

          “Whatever. You're not being fair right now.”

          “Get your brain out of the gutter and sleep, you fool,” he kisses my neck thrice and the third kiss made me squirm... and moan.

          I thought he was gonna carry on but I felt his kisses abruptly stop as if he died or something. I can't help but giggle and tried to get some sleep for myself.

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          Waking up with her face on my chest is breathtaking. She has her arms tight around me, as well as the leg I've been clutching on for the whole night. I blinked for a couple of times to adjust my eye to the brightness, arguing with myself for forgetting to shut my blinds before sleeping.

          My eyes found Liv again, and I laughed as I heard her let out a soft snore. Never have I ever thought I'd be attracted to a snore. A woman's snore. It was cute, and funny.

          The hand that's been holding her leg around mine caressed the soft skin there, making me remember she wears my clothes. She's so beautiful, and she doesn't have any idea about it.

          She let out another harsher snore that made her move a bit so she was already unattached to me. My lips frowned but immediately curved into a smile when I saw her laying on her back with her mouth slightly open. My finger was itching to touch her cute nose and it was too late to stop.

          She woke up. Shît.

          “You're staring at me.”

          “I'm not sorry for that, but I'm sorry for waking you up.”

          She finally opens her eyelids. “I can't believe you just watched me sleep like a fûcking mess. How​ embarrassing.”

          My mouth can't hold the laugh I've been hiding. “You snore in your sleep. I suppose you talk or walk as well? Too bad it was not included in the show you just did.”

          She punches my shoulder hard. This woman could punch for shît, damn. “I do. I do have some sleeping issues, leave me alone.”

          “S-Sleeping issues? Oh my God Liv,” my laugh was coming out of me naturally, and it felt so good.

          She chucked a pillow to my face. “What else do I have to call it? Leave me alone, Justin.”

          I left her in peace and did my morning routine but went to the kitchen afterwards. Liv wasn't the one to eat a lot in breakfast, but she wouldn't survive a morning without a cup of coffee. She likes her coffee not too sweet but still creamy. Maybe I should just eat some bar of oats and nuts or something.

          “Do you have eggs Justin?”

          I smirked, stirring her coffee. “Depends on what eggs we are talking about.”

          She rolled her eyes but smiled. “I'm kind of craving for a cheese omelet.”

          “Be thankful you're in the house of the world's best cheese omelet maker.”

          I don't know how I got so lucky for Liv asking for some cheese omelet when it's one of the dishes I master. I can't wait to see her impressed and see I can be a husband material... a boyfriend material rather.

          I gave her the cup of coffee and put out the ingredients, making sure I'm already impressing Liv by juggling three eggs. I pretended to be in some cooking show and she almost choked when I tried to imitate Gordon Ramsay.

          Once the food is ready, I made some effort to garnish the food with some shît and Liv had to take a picture of it. “Oh my God Justin it looks so good to eat!”

          “We definitely seem like children, stop gushing on a same old omelet and eat.”

          She let out a soft laugh and took a bite, not quitting the act and moaned like the people in scripted cooking shows do. “This is amazing!”

          I hugged her from behind, nuzzling my nose to her neck. Hopefully this will make her stop. “I told you to quit it.”

          She heaves a sigh. “I hate you so much for having such control with me. But I know for sure that you can cook for shît. What else do you know?”

          As I was about to name the food I make the best, my phone rings. I pulled away from her and excused myself, checking the caller ID.

          “What's up Soph?”

          “It has something to do with Wendy.”

          I groaned, asking myself why can't life give me a break.

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new character alert lol

this was a pretty short chapter BUT it has something important in it lolololol i know yall are smart sooooooo let's pretend you have no idea. but if you don't get what i'm up to, much better hahaha x