You've Got it Bad

Fifteen

Perrie's POV

I felt like I was floating when I woke up the next morning. I wasn't sore or anything, because she was super gentle, but I definitely felt the after effects of a really good time.

Did I dream that last night happened? I had to, there was no way.

I opened my eyes and looked around to see where I was. I was in Jade's bed, and I was terrified to turn over.

What if she isn't here, and it was just a dream. A really good dream. Then again, what if she is here, but it was still a dream?

I don't think I could ever look at her with a straight face again if I had that detailed of a dream about her.

Whatever happened or didn't happen, it was earthshaking and epic, I knew that much. I peeked over my shoulder and saw a figure behind me.

She's here.

Slowly I turned my body around so that I was facing her, trying not to wake her. When I finally faced her, my breath caught in my throat.

Even like this, doing something as simple as sleeping, she was taking my breath away.

The brunette beauty was sleeping peacefully on her stomach with her hair sprawled across her pillow and one arm dangling off the bed, while the other was tucked underneath her pillow.

She also had one foot sticking out of the covers and the other one all the way on my side, which made me giggle.

She's a wild one, for sure.

What really caught my attention though was that tattoo of hers, climbing her spine. I could only see the top half of it because the sheets were covering the bottom half.

Wait. That means she's naked.

I looked down and to my surprise so was I. I hadn't even realized it.

Holy shit, that actually happened!

Suddenly, the memories flooded into my mind, and God was last night amazing.

All I wanted to do was kiss her awake, and do it all over again. Best first time ever, and hands down the best I've ever had from anyone.

There's no way I could ever get enough of her. I knew we couldn't start it up again though, because she had work soon.

I decided instead to get up and make her something to eat to show my appreciation. It was the least I could do after she gave me the best ride of my life.

I slipped out of bed and found a pair of her sweatpants to slip into, and my bra, which was all the way in the corner on the floor. I saw her stir a little and then mumble something, but she quickly fell back to sleep.

I fixed pancakes, eggs and bacon and some coffee to go with it. Just as I was putting the last of the food on the plates, she appeared in the kitchen, wrapped in the light gray sheet from the bed.

An image I couldn't even begin to describe. I almost dropped everything in my hands.

God, she's too beautiful for words.

"That smells so good." She said in her morning voice, which was a little groggy and a lot sexy.

I smiled and tried to maintain my composure, but her presence wasn't making it easy. Especially after the things she did to me last night.

Something about her already made me crumble, but it's only intensified after last night.

Speaking of, I wonder, if she even remembers last night? Does she regret it? Oh great, here come the insecurities.