Blue Ribbon

Chapter 10 - I only want you

"You're my shade of blue. My fever dream. My future mood. No one holds my eyes like you. "

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Lilly's POV

Twenty minutes.

I've been awake for almost twenty minutes, yet, I still didn't move a muscle. I didn't dare to make a single sound. If I can silence the sound of my breathing, I really would.

Because if you see what I am looking at this moment, you wouldn't want it to end either.

A very low sigh parted my lips before a smile etched my face as I kept staring at him, peacefully sleeping, memorizing every detail there is on his beautiful face. Every freckle, every little scar. Every flaw and every perfection. His ash brown hair tousled over the pillow, thick and lustrous and so damn soft. His face now so relaxed, like a little baby, a very hot little baby. Yet still, his features so strong and defined. A stubble coating his perfect jawline, and then there is those lips, a perfect ripe for kissing.

Would it be considered as a sexual assault if I kissed him while he's sleeping?

Probably is. Control, Lilly. Damn it girl, control. He is a guy and still not as hormonal as you.

His strong arm is under me and wrapped around my back. His body all pressed up against mine, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. I rested my head into the crook of his neck, my face hidden into his warmth. On reflex, my eyelids dropped down, i felt safe and so very relaxed. Deeply, I inhaled, pulling his perfect warm scent into my lungs.

I snuggled closer, if possible. We were practically tangled up in each other's arms. It's nice.

A low groan came from his side at my movement, he slowly rolled to his back, blinking away the sleep. With his other hand, he rubbed at his eyes and I lifted my gaze up, watching him. He blinked slowly, once, twice before his mesmerizing deep ocean eyes drifted to me. I smiled, finding relief in finally admiring my favorite part. They weren't ordinary, no, not the boring blue color of the sky. They were like the sea, crystal, deep, so damn deep - shimmering and clashing and beating.

He just stared back at me, for a couple of seconds, he didn't mutter a single word. My eyebrows pulled together, "What?" I asked, "Do I look that ugly in the morning?" I playfully added, knowing for sure that I look just as good now as any other time. Good genes, I tell you.

A tender smile pulled at his lips, "You're always ugly." He mumbled.

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, that's why your ding-dong down there told me good morning before you did," I said, pointing down at his pants. Yup, I could feel the hard length pressing against my stomach and it took everything in me not to maybe...touch it. Still scared of being accused with sexual harassment. So, I am keeping my hands where I can see them.

"Relax," He said in a sleep-gravelly voice and placed his arm over his forehead, "And if you keep referring to it as ding-dong, you ain't ever getting it."

I chuckled. Oh mister, I am getting it. I am way too spoiled, and one thing I know is that I always get what I want.

I licked my lips, "So, it's just a..." I raised my eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

He nodded, "A morning wood," I laughed and he was widely not amused, "It's biology, Lilly," He grumbled, moving his body away from mine, making me almost whine, "I can assure you, I am in no way turned on, right now."

"I'll accept your biology excuse for now," I answered, a challenge in my tone. You'll see.

I sit down, my fingers wrapping over the fabric of his shirt that's over my body, "So, did you change my clothes last night ?" My memory is so vague. I remember, but not everything. It's a bit hazy but I remember. My heart beats a bit faster, I remember my confession and his words.