Before March Comes (Editing)

❄️ Chapter 48 ❄️

A/N

The story's sadly coming to an end (sad face 😢😅 lol)

The next chapter is going to be officially the last 😢

Thanks so much to everyone who read my book, ly guys <3

-xoxo

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Alex's POV

I slowly open my eyes, moving my head on a hard chest. I look up to find February's sweet face resting on my pillow.

He looks so cute when he's asleep.

 A smile appears on my face as the memories of last night flood back into my head. I've never done the deed before, so I hope I didn't make a complete fool of myself.

It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I thought it would hurt a lot more, but he made me feel comfortable.

April once told me that February has slept many girls back in Neverland, which I shouldn't care about.

That was all before he even met me. I shouldn't ponder over the past, especially when his past doesn't involve me.

"What's wrong?" A sleepy February asks me.

His gorgeous curly hair is flopped over his eyes giving off a lazy look. 

I hadn't even noticed he woke up. I was too busy thinking about things that don't concern me...kind of.

"Nothing, I was just admiring you," I chuckle.

"Creep," he smirks.

I playfully stick my tongue out at him before pushing the covers off of me. I swing my legs over the bed to get up but an arm pulls me back.

I gasp as I'm pulled back into February's hard chest.

"Don't get up yet," he pulls me in by my waist.

I have to admit I don't want to move away from him. He wraps his arm around me stopping me from escaping.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"Nine-ish,"

He plants a kiss on my forehead and closes his eyes again. I nod at his answer and trace over his bare chest.

I pretend my index finger and middle finger are legs and walk along his abs. 

I trace over ever indent in his chest while his eyes are still closed. He wears a smile on his lips in content through my tracings.

My fingers work their way from his abs up to his jawline. His body is like it's been chiseled out of marble by Michelangelo.

I stop tracing when I get to his lips. The same lips that are printed all over my body from last night.

"Alex?" he says opening one eye.

"Yeah,"

"I love you...just thought I should remind you," 

"I love you too," I whisper back, meaning every word.

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Monday: After the weekend,

"Hey girl!" Anna sings.

Her energy never ceases to amaze me. How someone can be that cheerful and energetic on a Monday morning is beyond me.

If someone tried to wake me up on the weekend they would actually never recover from the beatings I would give them with my pillow.

....So...not a morning person...especially on a Monday.