Angelo's POV
The sun streamed in through my window as I covered my eyes with my arm. For one second, I forgot what happened the night before, but then I felt him move slightly next to me. A smile crossed my face as I replayed it in my head.
Jeremy's arm was laying lightly over my body and his head was buried in my neck. I felt his heavy breathing against my collarbone. His hair tickled my jawline and his legs were intertwined with mine under the sheets.
I tried to snapshot this feeling in my head forever. The feeling of loving someone completely that is indescribable. He stirred and I felt his eyelashes flutter against my neck.
"Good morning, Beautiful." I said and I felt him smile.
"Good morning," he mumbled and I smiled.
His morning voice was very sweet. It cracked here and there as he spoke. He cuddled closer to me, if that is even possible.
I trailed my fingertips from his neck down to his wrist. He started drawing shapes with his finger into my upper arm.
The morning after is always a revelation on its own. Sometimes you regret it or you couldn't be happier that it happened. I couldn't be happier and I hoped he felt the same way.
"We need to shower." I said and he groaned.
He moved off of me to his side.
That's when I got my first good look at him since I woke up. His hair hung in his eyes lazily, and eyes looked tired but blissful. He looked up at me and smiled. I would never get tired of that smile.
I leaned down to kiss him but he put his hand over my mouth.
"Morning breath, remember?" he asked and I snickered.
"I don't really ca---" I started to say until my door banged open.
Jeremy squealed and ducked under the covers. I felt him nestle into me. I flopped back on the pillow in frustration as my brother stood there with a disgusted look.
"Well now I know what you've been doing at night." He snickered as I glared at him.
"What are you doing here?" I snapped at him and he folded his arms.
"I decided to drop on home. Then I heard talking in the room and I figured I'd check it out. Didn't know I would walk into a morning sex session." He said and laughed.
I gave him the death glare. "We weren't having morn---. You know what, it doesn't matter. You weren't aloud to leave Italy." I commented and he rolled his eyes.
"Yeah well, I don't care," he said and winked.
He closed the door and walked out. I flopped backwards and Jeremy came out from under the covers with an embarrassed look on his face. He was blushing terribly and looked horrified. I couldn't really blame him.
"You should take a shower first." I said and he nodded.
He smiled and pecked me on the lips quickly before he ran to the bathroom. I threw on clothes, that way I could go lecture my brother.
He was sitting on the couch flipping through channels. He looked at me and grinned.
"At least I have proof that you're not a virgin."
"Shut up." I snapped at him and he laughed.
Sometimes I hated him. I got a glass of water as he continued to sit there with an amused look on his face. He got under my skin and that was his mission.
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Just Another Brushstroke
Romance"It's not that I didn't want to be loved. It's just that I thought I never would be" Jeremy is new to Chicago and is an eighteen year old who was adopted at fifteen. He deferred college for a year just to get his head straight. That's until he ru...