Taylor's POV
There was a bright light being shone on my face. My eyes opened slowly, and looked around the room. I was still tangled with Carleigh. She was still asleep. I looked at her for a second. I liked her face like this. She wasn't scowling, like she usually was.
The cabin was empty. From the light that was coming in, I guessed it was around ten in the morning. Which means we missed breakfast, and the first hour of camp activities.
I could see a little note stuck to the bed post. I squinted to see it:
You two were still asleep, didn't feel like waking you up. We'll tell McDory that you two were sick, stay in the cabin. Use protection ;)
-Syd
I laughed at that last part. It was more a sarcastic laugh, because Carleigh would never. She barely let me kiss her, let alone do that.
I turned to see her. She was still asleep. I didnt want to wake her up. Quickly I untangled our arms and legs, replacing my body with a pillow, that she grabbed onto. I stepped out of the bed.
I charged out if the door, and down to the cafeteria. I snuck in the same way I did when I was with Carleigh.
I got out everything I needed for tea and cinnamon bagels, Carleighs favorite meal. After I got the food together I went down to the beach, and hid the food.
I jogged back up to the cabin, where Carleigh was sleeping. She was still asleep. Clutching the pillow that I had given her.
I plucked her out of the bed, and picked her up bridle style. She stired, but didn't wake up. I kicked open the door, and walked out of the cabin.
The sun hit her face perfectly. She didn't wake up, I knew she was a heavy sleeper but damn, I could've dropped a bomb and she wouldn't know.
I walked us down to the little spot I had hidden a small boat, and the food.
Placing her in the boat, she finally woke up. She rubbed her eyes right as I pushed us off the shore.
"What's going on?" she questioned, in a sleepy voice.
"We're having breakfast on the water this morning Ms. Carleigh." I said, rowing along.
"Well, then, row along Sir." She said, leaning back along the other seats.
I rowed to the middle of the lake. Then stopped, we were near an island, and couldn't see the camp.
I handed her a bangle and a cup of tea, which was now cold.
Last night made me think. I wanted to be more than friends with Carleigh. I wanted to hold her every night like I did last night. I wanted to surprise her with visits, and wake her up in the morning with a kiss. I want Carleigh, and wanted her to want me.
She was eating her bagel. She had sugar on her face, but was content with the food she was eating. I smiled at her, just looking at her face.
She looked up at me, and furrowed her eye brows. "What?" she questioned.
I leaned over, and placed my hand under her chin. I moved my thumb to remove the sugar and cinnamon that was in her face, right at the corner of her mouth.
She looked down, then back up. Her eyes met mine. I lanced at her lips, wondering if I should kiss her, remembering what happened the last time.
She saw me, looking at her lips. I hestiated, and she took this hesitation to her advantage. Her lips slowly moved onto mine, and stated there.
This was what I was waiting for. My lips moved in perfect sync with hers. She moved her hands to my waist, and played with the hem of my shirt. I moved my hands to hers, and ripped my shirt up off my body.
She ran her hands down my body. She pushed me down to the bottom of the boat. Our lips moved along with each others.
"Will, you be my girlfriend?" I whispered into her ear, as she nibbled on my collarbone.
She stopped and looked up at my eyes. "I don't know if I'm ready," her eyes wandered.
"Why, I'm ready. I want to love you. I want to kiss you, and keep you safe. I want to hug you and never let you go, but mostly. I want you Carleigh Wilburn. I want you" I said those words slowly, and quietly.
She looked into my eyes. "Then I want you too" her lips crashed back into mine. She grinned her hips onto me, making me groan.
She moved her head down, and started to suck on my collarbone. Making me moan. She continued sucking, until there was a dark mark on my neck.
She moved down. Kissing down my abs, and eventually getting down to my pants. She unbuttoned the fly.
"Carleigh?!" a distant voice came from the beach.
Carleigh shot up, from my pants. She stood so fast, that she tripped, and landed on the side of the boat.
The boat tipped, and capsized.
I surfaced, under the boat. There was a space under the boat, where there was air.
I looked around for a bit, and then Carleigh surfaced. She looked at me, and grinned
"Oops!" she laughed at me.
I splashed me with water. I splashed back.
"Taylor?! Carleigh?!" I heard the voice question. I shrugged and moved from under the boat.
We moved the boat upright. We clambered in, and rowed to the spot where the callers were.
When we got to the beach, Nate and Syd were waiting for us. They looked down at us, that's when I realized the precarious situation we were in.
I was shirtless, with my pants unbuttoned, a hickey on my neck, and an awkward bulge in my crotch area.
Sydney looked me up and down, "were we interrupting something?"
"No, nothing." Carleigh said quickly. She blushed and looked down. Then grabbed my hand.
"Okay, okay, whatever." Nate said. "But the problem is, we can't find Luke and Grace. They weren't at lunch, weren't in the cabins, and we couldn't find they anywhere."
"What do you want us to do about it?"
"Well, you two have the day off, and we don't want to bother the heads of camp..." His voice trailed off.
"So you want us to look for then?" Carleigh finished his sentence.
"Yes."
I looked over at Carleigh, and she looked back at me. "Ugh fine."
