dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Twenty-Two: Wakey Wakey, Eggs and Bakey

Chapter Twenty-Two: Wakey Wakey, Eggs and Bakey

I curled my toes slightly, as I breathed in his warm scent. I kept my eyes firmly shut, not wanted to loose this moment. I was at the perfectly cosy temperature when you're just completely relaxed. Vic's soft heartbeats lulled me further. I let out a soft, peaceful sigh, snuggling my face deeper into Vic's chest. I knew I was going to drift off again, I was too comfortable and my eyes weren't ready to be opened just yet. I felt Vic's arms tightened slightly in his sleep, his legs twining closer with mine. I smiled lazily, and started to let sleep take over again.

"They're so cute." I only vaguely heard somebody whisper squeal. My dream was weird.

"Aww, I don't wanna disturb them. Are you sure they're still only friends?" I heard the same hushed voice ask someone.

"We haven't been told any different. Yet." Another voice chimed in.

"Wes, don't be cruel, let them sleep." I frowned in my half slumber.

"I want my breakfast now, and they have to wake up so I can have it." A deep voice replies in a raspy whisper.

"Wes." The other voice softly whined, but I heard a soft giggle the distinguished it was a lady. I just brushed it off, and went back on focusing on sleeping. Suddenly the entire duvet was ripped off of our body's, the cold arm biting at any exposed skin. My eyes flashed open to see a grinning Wes staring down at us, the entire blanket wrapped in his hands.

"Wakey, wakey. We are all hungry but can't eat till you guys do." I was suddenly aware of my mom and Tammy laughing in the doorway, and the fact they were staring at me and Vic all tangled together. Vic groaned, trying to bury his face in his pillow, but didn't make a move to let me go. I was thankful, he was keeping me warm considering I didn't have the luxury of the blanket. I closed one of my eyes, squinting at Wes.

"Can't you wait like an hour?" I grumbled in a husky voice. Vic had stopped moving, so I assumed he gave up and fell back asleep.

"It's 10:30am, we already gave you an extra half hour." I groaned louder, growling.

"Why are you even here?" I complained, throwing my loose arm across my face.

"We were invited over for breakfast by your lovely parents. If I knew I had to wait for you two, I would have refused. Or brought my drum kit. This is my nice way of waking you up." I rolled my eyes, even though they weren't visible under my arm.

"Congratulations, you woke us up. Give us the blanket, no one gets hurt, and we'll be up soon." I felt Vic's breath tickle my shoulder as he laughed under his breath.

"You better be, I can easily pick you up. Both of you." I pulled my arm back, patting Vic head.

"Please don't traumatise Vic. He won't come back." I heard Tammy twinkling laugh, and Vic's shoulders shook.

"Oh honey, you could torture him and he'd probably still come back." My mom mumbled. Wes sighed loudly, throwing the blanket over us.

"If you're not up in ten minutes, ill be back." He threatened. I heard them leave, and I grabbed the blanket, throwing it over our heads. I wiggled in Vic's arms, so I laid facing him. I giggled softly.

"I'm sorry. They can be pains." He chuckled softly, swirling a pattern on my back over my shirt.

"Nah, it brings a little fun. Not how I really want to wake up in the morning, but better then his drum kit." I laughed, before Vic pulled me closer under the blankets. He kissed my nose, as I squeaked, my smile huge. Then he kiss my check, on the corner of my mouth. He then latched his lips firmly to mine, and I slowly melted into his arms. He gently sucks my bottom lip between his. We lay for a while, just kissing, occasionally breaking away and laughing for no reason. Thankfully, our blanket was white, meaning we could still see each other pretty well. He pecked my lips three more times, before pulling back. His smile was dopey, and his eyes smouldered as he gazed back at me. He look cute and sleepy, his hair all frazzled.