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[02] bradley simspon - hickey's and scratches

I wake up and the first thing I feel is brad's tight grip against my waist. I lifted the sheets up only to see that we were both naked under. I blushed remembering the events of the night before.

I turn to face brad and pepper his face with kisses, he flutters his eyes open,
"good morning love", he says in a deep morning voice, you slightly blush.
"come on, get up you have to meet up with the guys", i stated
"just a few more minutes", he whined.

I pulled the covers off myself and limped over to the closet. I heard bradley chuckle.
"this is your fault you know", I shouted
"yea and i'm proud", he shouted back
I picked out a pink tank top, a white denim jacket and a white denim skirt. I didn't bother looking in the mirror and just threw my hair in a messy bun.

I went back to the bedroom to see that bradley had already changed into some black jeans and a button up blue shirt.
"you look gorgeous, darling", he said sweetly
"i could say the same for you, love", i smiled

We hopped in my car and soon after we arrived at the arena he was playing in tonight. We greeted the boys and brad went off to rehearse.

5 hours later

Brad and the boys were going to go on in an hour. We were all just sitting down and I started to feel hot so I took off my jacket.
"brad did you eat y/n?", tristan asked
I looked at him confused. Brad looked over to me and laughed.
"woah look at how dark it is", connor said looking at my neck.
I widened my eyes, realizing what they were talking about,
"looks like little brad isn't as innocent as we thought", James stated, laughing.
my cheeks turned red of embarrassment.

It's been 15 minutes and the guys have gone off to change. All of a sudden i hear laughing coming from their dressing room,
"BRAD ARE YOU DATING A CAT", i heard james yell.

I walked in, confused as to what they're saying.
"What's going on?"
all four of them looked at me, brad's cheeks flushed.
Tristan turned him so his back was facing me and I was met with a bunch of back scratches. "looks like you aren't the only freaky one brad"
i said, smirking at him.

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