Griffin Harris. A 19-year-old boy. Star basketball player since freshman year. A dedicated older brother and son. A trustworthy, loyal, rational, and a real friend. One of the most well known and attractive students at Haven High. Funny, grounded...
My eyes were still closed, but I could see the rays of sunlight through my eyelids.
I felt strange. But a good kind of strange...
Calm. Peaceful. Warm...
I felt the bed shift from beside me and stiffen. The moment I opened my eyes, my vision was shrouded in darkness.
"Wha-" I started to say before a giggle interrupted me.
"Shhh... It's okay, my love... It's just me," I heard a voice say. The low, husky sound caused goosebumps to break out on my skin.
I know that voice...
The person removed their hand from my eyes, and I blinked a few times to give my eyes a moment to adjust. Once my vision was focused, I saw an angelic face hovering above me.
It was that girl from the rooftop.
I couldn't help but smile. She looked so beautiful in the sunlight. She caressed my cheek lovingly.
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(A/N: Ignore the necklace)
"Good morning, my love," she cooed. I felt my heart skip a beat when she called me that. I nuzzled her hand, kissing her palm sleepily.
"A good morning it is," I said cheekily. She let out an airy laugh.
"Oh really," she challenged, raising a brow. I flashed her a mischievous grin before grabbing her by her small hips and pulling her on top of me. Soft, warm thighs cradle my hips. Wide brown eyes stared down at me, paired with a sweet blush on her cheeks. Thanks to the blanket covering the rest of our bodies, only our top halves were visible. My white wife-beater was missing, leaving my chest on full display. Only a pair of gym shorts covered me.
Though I wasn't concerned about that, I was more interested in what she wore.
A white low-cut cami that hugged her chest and waist perfectly. Revealing a nice view of her cleavage. Judging by the feel of it, just a pair of panties cover her lower half. Meaning full access to her soft legs and ass. I couldn't help but lick my lips and playfully wag my eyebrows at her.
'Damn, and the way the sunlight was hitting her chocolate skin and her dark hair? She looks so gorgeous...'
"Yes, very good morning indeed. Especially when I wake up to you," I said with a smirk.
"Griffin..." she said my name, covering her cheeks.
It came off as a soft whine, but it was dragged out and breathless.
'How can she make it sound so cute and so damn arousing?!'
"You're so beautiful, you know that, right," I whispered to her, allowing my hands to run up and down her thighs. It was a perfect mix between muscle and fat encased in soft skin.
