UNFORGIVABLE

CHAPTER FOUR

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Eleven years later...... THE PRESENT.

I'm breathless. My cheeks are hurting really badly. My eyes are watery. Yet I'm still giggling. And I don't mean like a school girl. No no. I'm giggling maniacally, moving around the bed like a girl who an exorcism is being performed on. But, this is also my cry for help. If his wicked fingers continue to tickle me like this, I might be seeing the insides of my stomach soon.

"Brandon quit it. You're assaulting me." I manage to say in between my endless laughter that sounds like hiccups while, trying to push his hands away from my naked body.

"No love, I believe it's called tickling. Besides you should be used to this by now." He says very calmly without even pausing to give me a break.

"Brandon I can't breathe....and at this point when I do have my last breath, my stomach might automatically pop out an eight pack." I giggle still pushing at his hands.

"Oh good for you then." he smiles.

"I'm serious."

"Then take back what you said babe."

"Okay okay--okay. I'm sorry. " I say immediately. At this point I can't even resist him anymore.

"Good!" He stops his attack and leans in to kiss me really hard.

"That's to teach you to stop calling me your bra. As much as I like taking it off you, I don't like to be called that, Love."

'Lahv' oh that accent. It's already doing things to me.
But then again, it's seven fifteen a.m and if I don't get out of this bed soon I'll be late for work again for the third time this week.

Thanks to Brandon.

He's been getting the afternoon shift at the hospital for some days now, making it hard for us to even spend some quality time together. So he decides to make the most of his time in the morning with me. Seeing, as he won't get to see me during the day again until later in the morning by 4 a.m or sometimes even later. There are even days when he would carefully wake me up in the middle of the night still in his scrubs, with the most pitiful face I've ever seen. Tired or sleepy, I just can't resist my British beautiful bad boy, pity face or not.

I stick my tongue at him.

"Whatever. You know it's true. You're my bra. Bra--Brandon." I guffaw.

I shouldn't have done that because now my stomach hurts a bit. I quickly tend to it, massaging it slowly.

"No it's not. And stop or I'll tickle you again without stopping." Brandon counters, smirking.

He pushes my hands away carefully and takes over with the massage. Rubbing my belly slowly in a clockwise motion.

I sigh. 'Yep so much better than my hands.'

He takes his time to rub my belly button. He plays a little bit with my navel piercing distractedly before kissing it. Then resumes his clockwise motion again. I rub my face trying to get some feeling back into my numb cheeks. I know my face must be really red now.

"On a scale of peach to plum, how red is my face?" I ask him as he furtively situates himself between my legs.

"Hmm.... the reddest tomatoes you've ever seen."

"What? That's not true, you lying cheat." I smack his arm that is now on my thigh.

"Owww... Cheat?"