Hate To Love ✔️

Chapter 35

My eyes fluttered open as the sun peeked through my eye lids.
As my vision focused it revealed that last night wasn't only a dream, because I was lying in Carson's bed naked, wrapped around in his soft ivy sheets, I looked over to the other side of the bed and he was fast asleep with his back turned to me.
What I did next was unlike me, but something urged me to move closer to him and wrap my arms around his torso, spooning him.
And that's exactly what I did.
He groaned, as he began waking up.
Turning towards me so that his face was directly in front of mine, he opened his eyes and smiled at me.
"Good morning princess" He spoke with a groggy morning voice, it made me want to continue what we were up to last night, but I decided to give my body a rest.
"Good morning to you to" I smirked, looking him up and down as I noticed he was still just as naked as I was.
"Like what you see?" He chuckled as he flexed his muscles dramatically.
"Keep dreaming buddy" I snorted, I giggled at his disappointed reaction.
"Hey you can't call me buddy! Take it back" he grumbled just as though a child would after not getting their candy.
"Make me" I giggled.
His frown morphed into a grin as he grabbed my wrists and thrusted them back and above my head.
"Take. It. Back" His voice was stern but nonetheless it didn't fail to turn me on.
"No" I teased.
"Fine then you give me no choice..." He smirked maliciously, I expected deep. Rough. Sex once again.
But to my discontent, it was far from that.
"Tickle attack" He yelled, as he reached out and began violently tickling my stomach, I broke down in fits of laughter and giggles begging him for mercy, after a couple moments he finally decided I had enough of this "tickle" torture and stopped.
"That'll teach ya" He chuckled as he stood up and slid his boxers on. Which was disappointing because I quite liked my veiw.
"Breakfast?" He spoke quickly before rushing downstairs, one thing I definitely knew about Carson was that he was nothing more than a small child, on the inside at least.
I stole a hoodie from his closet and some sweatpants and headed down stairs.
I enjoyed the rest of the day, we had breakfast together, and we  got to know each other a little better, I was in my own little world.
But my daydreams were soon disturbed by the slamming of a door.
"Mummies home!" A voice shrilled from the foyer, "Mother?" Carson questioned looking almost dazed.
A short women rushed into the room, her heels clicking on the marble ground as she walked, she was dressed in a tight pencil skirt and blazer, her hair was platinum blonde and she had dark chocolate eyes, it was hard to believe she was even related to him.
"Darling!" She squealed as she walked up to him cupping his face tightly in her small hands and kissing him on the forehead.
"Mother what are you doing home so early?"
Carson seemed just as confused as I was, his mother hadn't even noticed I was there considering she hadn't bothered to even greet me.
"To plan the wedding of course!"
What. The.  Fuck.