BOOK #1 of ROGER SERIES
BOOK #1 of BORHAP SERIES
BORHAP/ROCKETMAN CROSSOVER
SETTING: 1969 - 1971
"Life in the future might never come to pass, you know
The good times are now"
Maya grew up in constant awe of her older brother, both adm...
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Soft lips trickled across her left cheek. A tender peck planted on her right. A sweet flutter of his lips brushed atop her eyelids beckoning them to open. A warm steam of breath blanketed her face from the cold morning air, as he'd hover over her. His lips met hers. Too sleepy to kiss him back, but awake enough to feel his acts of affection so she hummed blissfully. He nuzzled his face against hers like a puppy pleading its owner to wake up to devote attention to him. He whispered in her ear, but she was too sleepy to comprehend the words he spoke. "Good morning, beautiful"? "Wake up, my angel"? "It's time for you to get up, my dear"? Different phrases ran through her mind in a blur — her mind so enraptured that his whispers steamed so near to her, it made up phrases that she'd grow weak hearing from him.
She was slowly awakening.
"Hm?" She hummed, her eyes closed, still too heavy with exhaustion to try to pry open. But she gave a questioning high tone to her hum, urging him to repeat what he said. She could feel him smirk against her hair, his low chuckle softly vibrating against her ear. She was awake now. So she turned her head slightly, ready to hear him.
"I said..." He whispered. "I'm getting lonely now. Please wake up..." Little to her knowledge he had spent up to a half hour tracing his eyes over every inch of her face, watching every adorable twitch and breath that escaped her as she slept. He thought he could content himself watching her endlessly. But he grew impatient. He wanted her awake. He wanted to satiate his curiosity of her reaction to waking up next him. Would her face light up with joy? Would she narrow her eyes in confusion? Or, being disgruntled by being awoken, would she groan irritably and turn away from him to return to her sleep?
"Maya..." He whispered, pecking a kiss across her jawline. "My darl—" He stopped himself and bit his lip. "...Maya..."
Maya stirred. She breathed in deeply, before letting out a large exhale while arching her back to stretch herself. She fluttered her eyes slightly, wincing trying to adjust to the bright rays of the morning sky that seeped into the van.
Her eyes opened and spent a good few seconds trying to focus. The daylight was blinding, but soon it served as a beautiful frame behind the face that hovered over hers. Misty blue eyes glistened like crystals upon meeting her eyes, it's pleading glint satisfied upon seeing her awaken.
"Hi..." She whispered weakly, her voice barely audible.
"Oh hello there." Roger chuckled lowly.
Maya trailed her eyes around her surroundings momentarily. They were still parked atop a hill, the doors to the van still wide open. They were both blanketed under a messy pile of coats and jackets Roger had laying around in the van. Though, throughout the night, it was mainly their embrace that kept them warm.
