Against society [AMBW]

29. Four AM.

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Week 4~Thursday

"Adrian get your fat leg off my butt!" I attempt to wriggle from his grip.

Being in his arms last night was comforting. His respect for me never left as he touched me. The two of us laid in bed gazing at the ceiling whilst spitting random thoughts out loud. The more we spoke the closer we grafted to each other, talking with him lasts forever until your eyelids drop. Ending a conversation is very rare for the two of us, as one story ends and another starts.

"Viola, shut the fuck up! It's early." He rolls his body over mine even more.

"Adrian! Get off." I push his body off.

"Viola, I almost fell off the bed."

"Not even." I yawn out loud. Picking up my phone from the bedside table, the time surprises me. I mean I know it feels early, but if I tell this boy I woke him up at this time...

"What's the time?" He groans in a deep husky voice, pleasing my ears. But boy is he moody. I thought I was bad.

"Huh?"

"Yeobo, don't play with me."

"What does yeo-bo mean?" I stretch my arms and legs out releasing all stress, before turning on my side facing Adrian's back. I wrap my arms around his chest from behind and pull his body closer to mine with my right leg spread over his lower abs.

"Darling." Normally, I'd cringe at the word that rolled off his tongue, however with the combination of his slight accent I kinda... like it.

"Darling." I giggle mimicking his low voice.

"Viola, don't change the subject. What's the time?"

"I don't know."

"Faviola, I know you just checked." He sighs then removes my arms from him and sits me up on his lower ab area. Fearing i'll crush him, I reluctantly urge to move out of his grip. The way his moods change is something!

"Adrian, why am I always on top of you?"

"I prefer it this way." He rubs my exposed thighs up and down, putting me in some sort of trance.

"Of course you do." I slap the sides of his face with both my hands.

"Pass me your phone." He demands with darkness flooding his eyes.

Doing as he says, I grab my phone from the table, removing it from the charger. I keep the screen pressed against my chest whilst getting my legs ready to leap from him. I slowly press my phone into his chest. Once his hands move away from my thighs to the phone, I take my chance, moving my legs as fast as I can from his body, off the bed, taking a crouch with my eyes directed to his reaction.

"What the fuck? It's four am." He shout whispers. With darkness surrounding the room, I can hardly see his face clearly but it's easy to imagine his reaction.

"Sorry." I whisper, biting my thumb in order to prevent my laughter.

"It's fine, come here." I pop my head up from my crouch and hesitantly crawl onto the bed again.

Instantly he pulls me down on my back and tickles my stomach continuously. Laughter escaping from my lips, body rolling over the bed, arms flailing from his grip and this guy still thinks it's a joke. I hate this so much, it's horrible!

"Stop." He continues.

"Stop." Continues.

"Stop!" I knee him where the sun don't shine.