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Matchweek Twenty-Seven: Liverpool vs. Chelsea [bonus]

Bonus

T R E N T

THE QUIET SNIFFLE followed by a sneeze manages to wake me up. I turn to find the space next to me empty. I glance at the digital clock on the side table and see that it's a few minutes past two in the morning. It's off for Samara to be awake at this time because she is a heavy sleeper and she doesn't have to check on Andrea because she stopped waking up a long time ago.

My eyes catch the golden light coming from the bathroom. I don't see a reason for her to be awake at this time unless she taking a piss, which is unlikely. Samara always pees before she goes to bed because she hates waking up to pee. I push the covers off my body, slipping into a pair of boxer shorts.

I push open the door and my eyes find Samara's in the mirror. She's in the middle of the tying her hair up into a bun. Her eyes are puffy and her nose is red. She overall looks like shit, but she still looks pretty. And lets not even talk about the fact that she's just standing here in the middle of the bathroom in her underwear.

She turns to me with puffy eyes giving me a sad look.

"Are you okay?" I ask her softly.

"Do I look okay?" She asks back in a nasally voice

"Come here." I tell her taking a step towards her but she takes a step back.

"Don't come near me. I'm sick." She tells me sternly.

"Gorgeous, come back to bed. And why are you standing here in just your underwear?" I ask her trying to keep my eyes off her hard nipples that are poking through her lace bra.

"I'm feeling hot." She shrugs, pushing past me and walking into the room.

"You are hot." I mumble, following behind her.

She lies on flat on the bed and it's hard to control myself as I watch her tits rise and fall with every breath that she takes. She pulls the duvet over her body, but pushes it off her after a while. She does this a couple of times before whining. She sits up on her elbows, looking at me with teary eyes.

"Trent..." She whines. "Come lay down with me."

I push off the wall, laying down beside her. She throws herself over me, tangling her legs with my own. She sits her head on my chest, running her fingers up and down my chest, exciting me further. I take her hand in mine and place it on my chest, over my heart. She hums, feeling my heartbeat under her finger tips.

"I love you, baby." She coes, peppering kisses on my chest.

"I love you too, Gorgeous." I tell her softly, kissing her hairline.

She takes my hand in hers, lacing our fingers together. She kisses my knuckles, pushing herself even closer to me.

"We fit so well together." She hums. "Its like we were made for each other."

"We are made for each other." I confirm, squeezing her butt cheek. "And our hands aren't the only things that fit perfectly."

She giggles. "I can't sleep."

She climbs over and settles herself on my body, nuzzling her head in my neck. Her breath feels so good against my skin and I doubt that I will get sick like her because my immune system is strong from the football diet.

"You're going to marry me one day, right?" She asks, jutting out her bottom lip.

"I am, Gorgeous. I already picked out the ring."

The truth is that I know she won't agree to marry now, but that didn't stop me from buying her the ring and keeping it with me. Every time I look at her, I get the urge to get down on one knee and propose, but I don't want to get bitch slapped.