Friends, Lovers, or Nothing

Chapter Twenty-Five - Only Heart

I wake up to a single thought; It's hot. It's very, very hot.

I attempt to roll over and reach for my cellphone before realizing the source of said heat attached to my body in the form of a boy. Jaxon, with his broad and very naked chest on display next to me, tightens his death grip on my midsection as I attempt to wiggle away.

"Jaxonnn," I wine out, not really sure if he's awake or not but he doesn't budge.

"Jaaaaaxx, c'mon, I need to know what time it is," I plead with him, willing myself to look down at his soft face. His lips are turned up in a smirk which is when I realize he's been awake for the whole encounter.

I roll my eyes at his attempt to keep me near and reluctantly give in. It's too hard saying no to him, especially at what I can assume is still very early in the morning.

"Stop fighting it," Jaxon mumbles into my neck as he pulls me closer to him, my back now perfectly aligned with his chest. I sigh into him and allow my body to relax against his, making him wrap his long arms around me. I nestle myself even closer to him.

"There we go," He says, sleep still heavy in his voice. He uses his fingers to rub delicate circles around my hip and I allow myself to relish in the feeling for a few moments before turning in the bed to face him. Cradling my head into his neck, I look up at him as he brushes a stray piece of hair away from my eyes. I smile, which he returns with his signature smirk. Does he even realize what he does to me with the simple curl of his lips? I doubt it.

Jaxon seems like the type to acknowledge his good looks but he always appears somewhat bashful when I compliment him. I guess we're similar in that regard. I can't seem to keep my cool when he as much as looks at me a certain way, like right now for instance. No one has ever looked at me the way Jaxon does, and I know that thought should scare me but it doesn't.

"Where's that mind of yours at, Blakey?" Jaxon asks, drawing me out of my daze. I blink up at him and readjust my smile.

"Nothing, I was just thinking," I say, getting a hmph in response from him. He closes his eyes as I reach my hand up to cup his face, longingly stroking my thumb across his cheek. A soft sound of pleasure emits from his throat, deep and groggy and so, so beautiful. I'm completely out of my league with this boy and he doesn't even realize it.

I continue softly cupping his cheek as I lean forward to plant a short kiss on his lips. I go to pull away after leaving the soft peck but he quickly moves his hand from where it was resting on the small of my back to cup the back on my neck into place. He continues to firmly press his lips against mine, not opening his mouth but drawing out the kiss for much longer than I initially intended.

He pulls away and slants his eyes down at me, "Are you trying to seduce me at a mere eight in the morning, Blake? Wow, didn't think you had it in you," He says, his teasing tone very evident.

I playfully smack his chest with the back of my hand before reaching my hand back around his side. "Is it really eight in the morning?" I ask him and he tilts his head toward my dresser where a small digital clock resides. I lean my head back, not yet ready to fully untangle my limbs from Jax's body and scan my eyes across the room until they meet the clock; 8:09 AM.

"Can we just stay here forever?" I ask Jaxon, my eyes now looking straight in front of me, conveniently right at Jaxon's sculpted pectoral muscles. I lean into his chest even further, relishing in my body's positive response to having him so close.

Jaxon begins aimlessly running his fingers through my hair and brings his lips down to place a quaint kiss on the top of my head. "Anything for you, baby," He mumbles, causing a jolt of pleasure to ricochet in the pit of my stomach at his term of endearment.