The morning after James wakes me by jamming a finger in my side. I jolt awake, hair tangled and eyes stuck together. I look anything but the picture of perfection. I look down and realize I’m naked so I wrap the sheet around me and try and clear my thoughts. Everything is fuzzy, like it is most mornings for me.
“Good morning.” James says amused.
“Why did you jab me?” I mutter sleepily.
“I tried being romantic and shit and waking you up with a series of kisses along your jaw but you barely stirred. You sleep like you’re in a coma.”
I blush a little bit. I have been told I’m a rather heavy sleeper.
“You could have just let me sleep.” I say.
“I was bored.” He says wrapping his hands around my waist so he can pull me close. “And I wanted to do this.”
He kisses me on the mouth. His lips taste salty. I know my breath will be bad so I make a point of not opening my mouth.
“You look very sexy in the morning.” He says brushing the hair back from my face. “I like this messy hair look.”
I laugh. “Stop, I know I look hideous.”
He buries his face in my throat and kisses me there. “Quite the contrary.”
I sigh quietly. My weakness has always been neck kisses.
“I need a mint or something.” I say.
“Here,” he opens the drawer to his bedside table and pulls out a pack of mints. “You can have one of these.”
I take three.
“I don’t want to kiss you with morning breath.” I explain.
He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter to me really.”
“Kissing someone with morning breath is the worst.” I rebuke. “I wouldn’t kiss Robert Pattinson if he had morning breath.”
James chuckles and takes a mint for himself. As he reaches over I see the tattoo that wraps around his ribs, “Society is ugly” in cursive writing.
“What does that one mean?” I ask touching it with my finger.
He looks at his marking and sighs. “Just what it says.”
“But what made you want to get it?” I ask. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
He takes my hands and plays with them. “It was something my grandmother used to say a lot. I didn’t really understand it until I was older. I got it last year when she passed away.”
“Were you close to her?”
He nods, looking down and still playing with my hands. “Closer to her than anyone I’ve ever met. She was the most terrific person my nan. It hurt like a bitch losing her. As did getting this tattoo. That’s why I got it on my ribs.”
“Symbolic.” I say.
“In every sense of the word.”
As we lie there I wonder if it’s comforting to have a tattoo that means something. When something bad happens do people look at their meaningful tattoo and go, “Oh that’s right, got to keep trudging on because of that permanent tattoo that I had imprinted on my body.”
“Do you think I would look good with tattoos?” I ask.
He gives me a smirk and slides a hand down my side. “Anything would look good on you.”
“I think I want a nose piercing. That would heal if I decided I didn’t like it all of a sudden. A tattoo is a bit too permanent for me.” I say looking at him directly, deep into his eyes.
“A nose piercing would look hot.” James says almost immediately. “I’ll come with you if you want. Hold your hand and shit.”
“Thanks love.” I says patting his head. “But if I do it will be a surprise.”
“Ahh,” he says crushing me closer to him still, only the sheet separating our naked bodies from touching. “I should have known you’d be the surprising type.”
I give him a wink. “Because I was so surprisingly good in bed right?”
“Exactly.” He murmurs casting his eyes down my body.
Of course you can imagine what happened next. And if you can’t, you’re too young to be reading my story.
After we fooled around for a bit I asked James to play something on his guitar for me. He reluctantly got up and brought the instrument over to the bed.
“What would you like me to play your highness?” He asks strumming the strings briefly.
“Something angsty.”
So he plays Wonderwall by Oasis and sings along in a low, husky voice. It’s even more perfect than the original.
A/N Thanks so much for reading :) sorry for the wait on this chapter, I had it written ages ago but my computer got a virus and I had to reboot it and wipe all the stuff off of it. And then I forgot I had to upload haha. Anyway hope you enjoyed :) I'll upload again tomorrow perhaps since this was such a short chapter.
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Romansa"Once upon a time there was a girl. She was an idiot. The end." Katarina Elizabeth Ryan, a self confessed heart breaker, lover of doughnuts and a worshipper of felines is about to have the strangest year of her life. College, the experience she's be...
