KILBY GIRL. - J. MAYBANK

❛ EPISODE SIX, PART FOUR.❜

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❛ PARCEL NINE ❜
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I woke up in my own bed, heat uncomfortably coating my skin beneath the shirt that hung loosely over my torso. My legs were tangled in my comforter, warm gusts of air cooling the exposed skin. JJ was laying on top of the left half of my body, his cheek smushing against my chest as he snored. I raked my free hand through his hair as my brain replayed every single moment of last night on repeat, my stomach fluttering.

"You know I can hear your heartbeat, right?" He croaked, adjusting his position in order to pull my body closer. "It's a little early to be so excited."

"Shut up." I lightly hit the top of his head before going back to playing with his hair. "You were much nicer when you were sleeping."

He raised his head, looking up at me with a raised eyebrow. "And you're much nicer when you're under me. What's your point?"

I laughed, cheeks burning red. "We're not doing this right now."

He used the arm closest to the bed to prop himself up, smiling widely. "You started it, not me."

"I hate you." I propped myself up, kissed him quickly, and flopped back into my previous position. "Asshole."

He hummed in response, dipping down to connect our lips again. "Whatever feeds your ego."

"We really need to go and make sure the girls didn't rip each other to pieces."

"Pope can deal with them." His nose brushed against my ear as he began to retrace his steps over the marks he had left last night, touch light as a feather. "We can stay here."

"We need to go."

"Fine." He sat up, obviously dejected. "Be like that."

"All of the clothes you left here are in the top left drawer." I kissed his cheek before getting up, grabbing the last of my clean clothes from the top of my dresser. I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, setting down my things in order to do my business. I began to change, enjoying the quiet time, yet instead of just enjoying that, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

I assumed that my neck would have some small hickeys, sure, but I was not expecting to see my collarbone and chest covered in mulberry and red marks of various different sizes. I slipped on my bikini top in hopes of covering everything, yet the narrow bandeau top still exposed the worst of the damage.

"JJ!" I groaned, calling him to the bathroom. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What, did you finally look in the mirror?"

"Yeah. Go get me a shirt so I don't look like I got attacked by a vacuum." I scoffed, fingers tracing over the marks for a moment. I finished changing before he knocked on the door, a scowl etching into my features as I opened the door. "Don't."

"What? I didn't even say anything." He chuckled, throwing an orange Sublime shirt into my arms.

"Yeah, okay." I rolled my eyes and slipped the shirt on, turning back around to look in the mirror. "You didn't have to."