Secrets and Scandals

6

The person next to me rolled over, taking me with them. I opened my eyes and saw Corbyn. I snuggled into his chest and let my eyes close again. His chest was warm as he hummed awake.

"Good morning, Chris," he whispered and pulled me closer to himself and ran his hands through my hair. I giggled and looked up at him.

"Morning, Bean. We should probably get up," I whispered to him.

"5 more minutes," he complained. I pushed him off of me and he fell off the bed with a thud and I rolled back laughing. Tears fell from my eyes while laughs rolled off my tongue as I rolled over to see if he was okay. He was lying on his back laughing like I was. 

"Here," I stuck my arm out.

"Thanks," he reached for my arm and then pulled me down onto the floor next to himself and we both started laughing even harder. I rolled over onto him.

"You are not a very comfy pillow," I lied. He wrapped his arms around me and tickled me. "AHH!" I screamed. "CORBYN!!! ST- STOP IT!!" He let go and I suddenly missed his warmth as he stood up. This time he stuck his hand out.

"For real this time," he smiled. I grabbed his hand and  he pulled me up. I blushed as he pulled me into his chest. His warm, bare, strong chest.

"Corb..." I dragged out his name. "I don't feel like walking..." He bent over in front of me.

"Free piggyback ride. C'mon." I giggled as I hopped on his back and we headed to the kitchen. I yawned as his set me down on the kitchen counter and looked in the pantry for food. I checked my phone to see that it was 8:30. Corbyn and I were the only ones awake.

"I'm not gonna lie, Chris. I can't cook anything but a bowl of cereal so..." he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He walked towards me and put his hands on either sides of my bare thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled.

"It's okay. We can just go wake everyone else up and go get some food." He smiled and pressed his forehead to mine. I gulped. "C-corbyn," I breathed out, shaking. He let out a shallow breath and bit his lip, running his hands up my thighs.

"You look so good in my hoodie," he said huskily. I couldn't speak. He was so close to me, it took everything in me to not push slightly forward and kiss him. I just nodded my head and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him dangerously close to me. He put his hands around my back and paused, his eyes scanning my face. "Fuck it," he mumbled right before slamming his lips on to mine.