The Butterfly Effect

16. Late Night Kisses

I woke up to the feeling of sucking on my skin. The noise alone was enough to jolt me awake, but then there was the tingly down my spine. I tried to adjust my eyes to the darkness as Louis placed a linear path down my jawline, nibbling succulently as he continued down to my chest and back up again. All I could do was hum in my throat and run my fingers through his hair, tilting my head so my cheek was pressed against the pillow.

"I'm hungry," he whined. "Glad I got you up."

I laughed amused. "So that's how you plan on waking me up then...."

He slowly moved his head down my torso, snaking his hand down the small trail of hair on my stomach before continue to move down my boxer line. "Mmm, I see someone else is hungry too."

I pinched him playfully as he moved his hand back up, wrapping it around the side of my neck and pulling me into a deep kiss. I raked my teeth along his bottom lip for a second, giggling as he closed his mouth to only open it again, intertwining our tongues together once more.

"As yummy as you are, I'm hungry," he groused again "I can't sleep on an empty stomach."

Sighing, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I wanted to tell him where the kitchen was, but I guess he may be shy about getting food in a place he doesn't know. I know I would be; especially a place that has almost a hundred men running around drunk.

"Um, okay. I'll go raid the pantry. You wait here." I suggested as he laid back down, not giving me an argument. I assume it was because of his altercation earlier with Trevor. "I know I can make you a peanut butter and jelly or a frozen pizza....ramen noodles...cookies.....soup in a can...." I tried to think of the usual items.

"Do you have any grilled cheese?" I could faintly see him batting his eyelashes at me, casting a shadow on the wall.

If he thinks I'm going to get a frying pan and make him a grilled cheese at 3 am...well, he's absolutely right.

"I'll be back!" I exclaimed as I pushed the covers off of me and put my feet on the floor. He reached over the bed and enveloped his arms around my waist, pulling me back onto his lap as my slender frame began to naturally have a gravitational pull toward him. "I thought you were hungry!"

"I am!" He laughed as he began to playfully gnaw on my shoulder. I could hear his stomach growling, he wasn't lying. Yet, it was as if he didn't want me to leave the room; even if it would be for 10 minutes. "But, I kind of am in the mood to talk..." he said child-like, almost as if he was vulnerable and afraid to explore uncharted territory.

"You asked me what I would change if I could....and I've thought about it and I think I have an answer...." He gulps. The mood suddenly turned solemn. "I think I'd change when my mom remarried my step-dad. Everything bad that happened was after she married him.....they didn't even work out. It was just years wasted, heartache for nothing." He admitted. "She made the best grilled cheese."

"Louis," I grabbed his hand, trying to comfort him. "What was life like before him?" I asked. I needed to know this information. I needed to get the entire picture.

"My sisters and I lived in Doncaster in a shabby old house but it was the best life. She just got a job as a secretary at a law firm. She loved it. It's how she met my step-dad in fact. He was one of the lawyers clients. That should have been her first clue he wasn't decent..." He trails off. "But you can't change the past, huh? What about you?"

I wouldn't let him change the subject. "What do you think would've been different?"

"Everything!" I could hear it in his voice that he was dreaming of what life would've been like. "They wouldn't have had to cash in my college fund my grandfather left me and I could have went to college instead of doing my current job. I would've never had to escort...I'd see my family more. Maybe even joined your frat. Actually not sure if I ever would've done that." He teased.