He Came Through the Window

Part 1

My alarm was silenced by a wad of socks being chucked at it.

I awoke to find my head tucked in the crook of Holland's neck and my arms wrapped around his shoulders. Opening my eyes and blinking until my dazed vision cleared, I breathed in his scent of fading cologne and light sweat. He smelled like stress but exhaled peacefully. Reaching over on the nightstand without moving my head, I clumsily located my wide, dark-rimmed glasses and put them on. Once my vision was at its sharpest intensity, I stared up at his face.

Closed eyelids hid bright blue, bloodshot eyes, and his smooth, pink lips were slightly parted as he breathed. I looked down to see his arms tightened around my waist and reluctant to release me from his grasp. Running my fingertips down his chest that was covered my a white t-shirt, I could feel the rhythmic, low pounding in his chest.

"Holland," I whispered, craning my neck so my breath could tickle his ear. "Wake up, it's six in the morning."

His body jerked slightly in my arms as I breathed in his ear, but he refused to open his eyes.

"Holland," I reiterated more sternly. "Some of us have to go to school."

A low, irritated groan emitted from his lips as he bit down on the bottom one.

"Holland Nicholas Ambrock!"

Eyes shooting open, he flailed under the covers, kicking me a little in the shins, and fell back into the wall. Gritting his teeth together and cursing through them, he sat up slowly and rubbed the back of his bedhead.

A frown spread across my face as I got out of bed, flinching at the chill of the wood floor in the autumn morning. "Sorry."

He shrugged and gave a crooked smile, cracking his back and rising slowly. "What's today?"

"Thursday," I said, grabbing a brush from the nightstand near the bed and running it through my hair. "The eleventh."

"Mmm." He raised his arms over his head and stretched them behind his back, flexing taut muscles. Breathing a lethargic sigh, he looked over at me. "Morning, by the way."

"Good morning," I giggled, cheeks flushing scarlet as I opened a black dresser across from the bed and pulled out a black, long-sleeved shirt and denim skinny jeans. The hair on my arms covering layers of goosebumps stuck up when I slipped my night shirt off. The chill outside was seeping into the room. "Don't make yourself too comfortable over there. The show's almost over."

"Yeah," Holland chuckled over the squeak of his body falling back on the bed. "It's almost over."

"Ten minutes," I challenged, fixing the inside-out shirt in my hands. "Get your fill now before my dad gets home from work."

"Turn around and I will."

My heart pounded hard in my chest as I spun around on my bare heels, facing Holland in a white bra and black, flannel pajama pants. Raising my eyebrows playfully at him, I grinned when his eyes became wide at my look.

"Sexy," he purred, drawing his long legs up to his chest on the bed.

I giggled a bit at his reaction, bowing a bit and letting him clap for me.

"More!" he laughed. That deep, lively laugh caused a break in my heart rate.

Against Holland's request, I slipped the shirt over my head and untied the strings on my pajama pants to let them fall around my ankles.

"I enjoy the pink panties."

My eyes travelled to my choice of pink and white underwear and I cursed under my breath. They had white dogs printed on them.