No Filter

Chapter LXXXVII (87)

I know it's been a while since my last publishing, but I just want to remind you that there's only two/three chapters left. I hope you all have been enjoying the story.
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A smile appeared on my lips as I stare at the ceiling, unable to get last night out of my head. I laid in our bed with the sheets and his arms around me.

I was certain I made the right choice. Liam was the right guy, no doubt. And even though I wanted to do the state tour, I wanted Liam more. My understudy will do a great job.

I spin around - his arms loosening around me - and face him. His eyes were shut, and he slept still. I was certain my movement would have awaken him. My heart flutters, seeing him in this peaceful state. I nudge his chest to wake him up, but he didn't move nor make a sound. And I knew he was faking. I trace circles on his chest, trying to tickle a nerve, but it didn't work.

An idea pops in my head. I lift myself up a little. I press my hand against his cheek and smash my lips onto his. He didn't budge, but I knew he was awake. I feel him kissing back, letting his guard down. Our tongues meet, and he moans. His hand holds onto my arms, and he rubs them softly.

I pull apart, and his eyes widen. He whimpers and says hoarsely, "Good morning, sweetheart."

"Morning, baby," I reply. "I hope you didn't enjoy that too much."

"Oh, you know very well that I did," he said. "I mean, true love's kiss always works. Besides, I don't know if I'm still over last night. You were starting to get a little kinky for a moment." My cheeks redden as I remember every feeling from last night. I chuckle and lift myself off of him.

"What do you want to do today?" He asks.

"I haven't baked in a while," I answer, looking at him. "Want to help?"

"Absolutely," he replies.

"Good," I said. "Now, excuse me. I have to shower."

Liam groans. "But it's too earlier to get up. I still wanna lie here a little more with you."

"Maybe next time," I said. He pouts. "I promise." He still didn't budge. I grab his cheek and peck his lips. "Okay?" His pout turns into a faint smile.

"Fine," he says, "but next time, be prepared."

My red cheeks begins to burn more, but I ask him, "Meet me there?"

"You know it," he answers, giving me a wink.

I remove the sheet and feel the cold morning air hit my skin. I stand up and enter the bathroom.
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Poof!

I turn my head and chuckle at the sight of him being covered with flour. His hands still held onto the new bag of flour.

"Oh, my..." I mumble under breath. "Liam, are you okay?"

He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. "No, I think I got some in my eyes. Do you mind?"

I lead him to the sink without letting out another chuckle, although I was tempted to. He moved like a zombie with his hands raised his hand in midair. I turn on the faucet and grab a paper towel. I wet the towel, and as he cleans his hands and arms, I wipe the flour off of his face until he could open his eyes.

"Can you see?" I ask.

He nods his head. He squeezes his eyes and blinks. He mumbles, "That damn bag..." I chuckle, and he pouts with his puppy eyes. I brush off the flour in his hair.

I tell him, "Well, I think you should get in the shower. I'll work the rest."

"Okay," He says. He plants a kiss on my cheek and walks out of the kitchen. I shake my head and look at the mess on the floor and ripped bag.