whiskey & weed

Chapter 9

My eyes open to the same view as yesterday - although Kells is no where to be seen.

I stretch myself out, the silk sheets soothing on my skin, I could get used to this.

Mentally rolling my eyes at the thought that just processed through my mind I stand from the comfy position and pull on my white thong and a large sweatshirt - the scent immediately feeling familiar.

It falls mid thigh, only just passing my bum. I shrug it will have to do.

My feet take me to the en-suite bathroom where my reflection meets me in the large mirror resting above the counter.

I look tired

Swilling my face with cold water and combing a hand through my now curly hair will have to do for now - I mean I look somewhat presentable.

I sigh, regretting staying over - I broke rule one of hook ups - never sleep over. I mean his not just a one night stand right? Maybe a four night stand? Hm..

Turning on my feet I walk down the stairs hearing a faint conversation in the distance.

I turn the corner, coughing slightly as I appear in the kitchen. It's there that I'm met with a sleepy looking Kells standing over the stove, Slim, Rook, Baze, Dub and Dre.

I quiver slightly under the stares but try my best to smile.

"Mornin" Kells says, a smirk on his face as he takes in my appearance.

I smirk back sitting down on the stool next to Dre and Dub.

"You sleep okay?" Dub questions, giggling like a school boy.

Rolling my eyes I reply "not that much actually" sending a wink Kells way. He laughs flipping the other boys off. I'm guessing they have some sort of inside joke going on here.

"Don't we know it" Rook mumbles, achieving a slap on the head from Kells.

"What 'bout you?" I ask smiling at the attractive male next to me.

"It would be better if you were next to me" he replies with a wink.

Kell's turns round sharply dropping his fork on the floor. I send a questionable look his way and then back to Dub.

"Maybe one day" I say patting him on his back, earning laughs from the other boys.

My attention turns back to Kells, although as our eyes meet he turns his back. What's crawled up his ass?

I internally roll my eyes taking the time to study his back muscles flexing as he stirs whatever is in the frying pan - his tattoos look so fucking good. There's faint traces of scratches hidden on top of the coloured outlines - I smirk knowing they were from last night.

"Kells said you going to the dance studio on Monday" Slim says, mentally thanking him for the change in conversation.

"Yeah, I'm excited. It feels like ages since I actually danced with written choreography, let alone my own" I smile at the thought.

"You can practice on me anytime" Kell's says turning round with two plates of scrambled eggs and bacon.

"Don't think you make the cut hun" I reply with a sly smile on my face.

Your above the cut by fucking miles.

He flips me off dropping one of the plates down in front of me. I thank him for the food, semi surprised by his gesture.

"Kells you can't dance to save you life" Rook says pouring himself some water.

"All you do it this" the brunette begins waving his hands back and forth as his back curves, pretending to sing, using the spoon as a microphone.