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|| 1 Year Later ||
First thing I noticed when the alarm woke me up was the faint sounds of birds coming from the ajar window by my bed. Immediately after I became aware of the slight bouding of my pillow. No, not a pillow, Brett's chest.
I couldn't remember falling sleep, or getting in bed for what matters. All I remembered was stressing over the umpteenth book and then everything was blurry as I memorize more and more concepts. Glacing up to his sleeping face I marveled myself with how innocent and boyish he looked. When did he get here?
The pang of choking anxiety for losing time hadn't hit me yet and I was planning on stretching this peace as much as I could. Lately I'd barely had time to see him. With the exams and the end of the soccer league we're always busy. That's why we spend most of the nights together.
It was easier to go to the appartment he was renting with a couple more guys. It was barely fifteen minutes from USC campus and they had a full room each and their own bathroom. I, on the other hand, had a shared room in the residence building, which wasn't the most comfortable thing if I had someone coming over but this is where we were at the moment.
Carefully I detached from Brett into a sitting position and turned off the alarm, glancing over to the bed on the other end of the room and sighed when there was no sign of Layla. She never stayed when Brett did, but considering I didn't remember much of last night I wouldn't know...
Layla Berman had been my roommate for almost a year now and despites my initial reticence she turned out to be great. She was just like I wasn't. She liked parties, and boys and had a shrill personality that attracted attention immediately. That what at first I was worried we wouldn't get along but we fit quiet well. She'd made me open up a bit more and I managed to teach her a thing or two about organizing.
Considering how popular Brett'd gotten being in the team and his natural friendly manners, a friend like Layla came useful when mines were that far.
I looked back at Brett's sleepy form beside me and my chest melted. A sudden idea struck me and I got up to take my camera from the desk where I left it charging and returned to the bed. With extreme care I supported one knee on each side of his hips, trying not to touch him at all. At the light dip of the matress he stirred and turned falt on his back, but immediately regained the deep breathing.
He was adorable, with his body turned over and his arms uncontrolled around him. And that hair... tousled was an understatement. But somehow he still look amazing. It never fail to amaze me.
I held my breath and looked through the camera. Focus and when I was completely sure I pressed the button. What I didn't count on was that the snap of the photo would resonate so much in our silent bubble. I cursed inwardly when his muscles contracted and his eyes snapped open.
"Sorry," I murmured, admiring the photo. The truth was it came out pretty decent, good even, and I could not contain a smile.
Brett gradually relaxed again, releasing the air through his nose, groaning as I carefully lowered and sat on my heels. I was still floating inches from him and the shorts of my pajama were way too short; our skins so close mine was tingling. He rubbed his eyes with a grimace, struggling to get out of the fog of sleep. I couldn't help it, I took another photo.
"What are you doing?" he asked with a voice so hoarse that he caressed each and every one of my muscles.
"What does it looks like I'm doing?" I taunted with a smile.
"It seems to me that you've become the stalker you promised to be ever since I met you." He slid his hand from his eyes to his hair and stirred it further as I narrowed my gaze.
"Ha ha. Very funny."
"I know." he grinned sleepily and I couldn't but return it.
I was still on top of him but I kept myself upright not to touch him. The phone on my nightstand marked 7:11 am and we had things to do, especially him since his class was in an hour while mine won't be until 9 o'clock and I didn't want to be a distraction. However, the eye contact was so intense that I felt that if I didn't do something I would soon be spellbound. I cleared my throat and patted lightly his chest.
"Come on, we had to get up."
Brett growled. "No." he complained with a pout. "You do know how to start the day well, uh?" his hands traced my exposed legs slowly and shudders shot from there to my stomach. "What if we skip?"
I rolled my eyes but couldn't keep down that blush at how intimate this was getting. "You promised your mother you wouldn't anymore." I went to stand but he kept me down so I fell sat on his thighs. "Come on." I sighed exaggeratedly but inside my stomach beamed in excitement as he smiled. "On top that I bother to take the good morning photo... There are very inconsiderate people."
"And what about a good morning kiss?"
I melted inside and smiled at him slowly, lowering my eyelids. "You have a good awakening, uh?"
"With you on top of me, how could I not?" Brett smirked even more and I blushed, but I didn't move from where I was fiddling with the camera in my hand. I still sat on him, very close; so much that he felt the warmth of his body, everytime time his chest rose with steady breathings. I liked that posture and, judging by the way his eyes shone, he did too.
Shaking off the clenching feeling in my chest I rose the camera again. "And what if I take another pic?" but before I could he sat up abruptly, snaking one arm around my back and pressing our chests together and my pulse went over the roof as the surprise faltered my hold on the camera. "Careful, careful-"
"I got it." he took it with his free hand and before I could even sighed in relief he spun us.
My surprised laugh filled the air and in a second he was hovering over me and my breath hitched at the way his torso pressed mine for a second before he held on his elbows and smiled down at me. Fire burned everywhere and fix his position, our bodies locked.
"Say cheese." Brett lifted the camera and pressed the button wit a soft click.
"No." I covered my face but it was too late. "Brett."
"What?" he chuckled, settling the camera gently on the nightstand. "It's the same you just did!"
"I don't photograph well, you know that."
"That's utter bullshit." he gently peeled my hands from my face and smirked at my blush. "I think you're always beautiful."
I pursed my lips, my heart churning at his sweetness. "I don't think you're impartial."
"That's also true but doesn't mean I'm not right." he shrugged, shifting slightly so we fit better and I burned from inside out at the way one leg slid between mine and his hips pressed me to the mattress. It made my head spin with excitement and nervousness at the new approach our relationship was having lately. "And that kiss?"
I giggled and brought my hands up his shoulders to his neck and jaw, bushing his cheek with my thumbs. I was pretty sure I wasn't the one to lean but either way next I knew we were kissing. Soft and sweet. The kind of kiss that can lift my spirit to the highest.
He really was having a good morning. Usually he was all zombie until his coffee and then he became a functional person. Him been so cheerful today was weird, but maybe since we didn't stay up 'til late like usual -whether it was talking, waching a movie or just making out- he get a better sleep.
"What time did you get here last night?"
"About eleven." he hummed brushing our noses and pulled away just enough for our eyes to met. Not lifting his weight from me and I was indeed glad. "Layla let me in. You were drolling all over the books. Again." his smiled bittered a little and I groaned covering my face in shame. It was the third time this past couple of weeks.
"Uh, I'm sorry." I groaned embarrassed at my lack of control. "Are this stupid exams. They taking my life away. I can't wait 'til they're over!"
"Yeah me neither." I blushed remembering our deal and my guts churned. Brett chuckled lowly and lowered his face to kiss down my jaw and work on the soft spot of my neck. "You want me to distract you? You know I'm good at it."
My whole body buzzed at his innuendo.
A couple months ago Layla was out on a party and Brett came to watch movies, but having a room on our own, the low light an all... we didn't pay much attention to the movie. And he did something to me... something we hadn't done before.
We'd make out quite a lot then that we'd been together for amost a year, and things had developed from when I'd blush everytime he'd kiss me. But that was... mindblowing. Confusing, earth-shattering and the best experience in my life. It was like opening a new door of sensations that couldn't be closed again.
We'd done it a few times after that and even I tried to return it. I almost dropped dead in shame when I asked my friends for advises, but they were actually quiet surprised we hadn't done anything yet. If just him touching me felt that good, I couldn't imagine how would it be when we'd finally take the final step.
Even tho we'd covered a few parts on the physical closeness, that last step bothered me some more so we decided that after the exams, we'd go to the lake house his family own as we'd planned with our friends for July 4th and then... well, you know.
Everytime I think of I was torn between excitement and self-conciousness.
But back to my dorm, we didn't exactly had time to distract ourselves.
"Brett..." it was hard to protest when his lips on my neck felt so good. "You got class in, like, 45 minutes."
"So? We're already on the campus and I only need five to get ready." his mouth ghosted up to my chin making me shudder as one his hands slid sensually under the hem of my -his- shirt over my abdomen and side while the other caressed down my leg and encouraged it around his waist. My breath hitched at the amound of pleassure when his hips pressed mine harder. "Imagine what we could do in, what? The thrity left?"
I shuddered from the thoughts he was planting in my head. I cupped his face and kissed him softly, just brushing our lips, like a caress. A sound escaped the bottom of his throat, a protest, and I smiled.
"Is that all?" Brett whined with a frown.
"Why? You don't like it?" I repeated the slight contact, but it was so subtle that I only managed to send waves of heat throughout my body. "You'll get more if you get up."
Every where our bodies touched, electrifying inches of skin... It was hopelessly exciting.
"I'm already up." his hips rolled against mine, the weirdest sound escaped me elicing blinding fireworks when I felt him and my face heated up.
I giggled muffledly against his mouth, "Cheater." but he smirked back and leaned down to kiss me deeply, tearing down all my resolve with this sweet, powerful attraction he held on me.
His lower part moved again, testing the ground-breaking sensation and this time he moaned. I blushed harder, the beaming in my lower abdomen increassing yet I grew selfconscious as well as excited. But it all blurred when he did it again- a hint of franticness barely concealed that drove me crazy all the more.
My head tiled back, breathlessly, but didn't protest when he kissed down my neck, grounding slowly against me and making both our breaths ragged and my mind spun.
This feeling... God, this feeling.
My hands toyed with his hair and my legs around his waist tighteded involuntarily at the mindblowing friction, wanting to feel him closer.
So far, this is the furthest we'd gone, and it already overwhelmed my senses. I could only imagine what the final step would made me.
A sharp beeping startled us apart, burting our little bubble as my second alarm echoed in the room.
7:30 am.
Too late. It felt like a bucked of cold water. We've lazed around enough. "W-we need to get up." I had to clear my throat and yet it still sounded hoarse as ever, flustered.
Brett groaned frustratedly, and reached out to take my phone, turning down the shrill sound. "The day was going so good so far." he sent me a analyzing glance. "Are you sure we can't skip?"
"Brett."
He sighed dramaticaly. "A guy had to try."
He got up into a sitting position and I followed, weirdly flustered as I see him fix his lower part. He wanted me. Every time he prove it somehow some more of my insecurities seemed to fade away. I don't know if I'll ever be free from them, but what I do know is that Brett had the power to vanish them with one look.
He made me feel loved, beautiful. He made me feel like the most precious thing in the world when he looked at me like that that bloathed my chest.
"Come on," I smiled even tho my voice still sounding breathless at how intense things were moment ago. My whole body vibrating. "I'll go with you." I purposed not eager either to let him go yet and leaned to press a quick peck on his check as he pouted like a child, irritated we couldn't finish this.
"You don't have to..." he said and sighed, and finally detached from the sheets and place his feet on the floor, stretching himself with a grunt that made my guts churn. "You can still rest a bit."
"It's fine." I shrugged and get up as well, taking my toilet bag. "I want to get some coffee and look over last my notes before class, either way."
Brett hummed when I passed him the toothbrush and towel he kept here for when he spend the night, taking the change of clothes from his bag at the feet of the bed. "I thought you didn't like coffee?"
"Yeah, I kinda changed my mind when realized they help keeping me awake." I giggled exiting the room and he followed suit, waiting against the hallway's wall as I locked the room.
"You're exhausting yourself."
I lifted one shoulder, knowing from past conversations he worried both the course and the degree was too much. "I like it. And it's where my scholarship came from so..."
"Well, you've tried on course, haven't you? If it's too much you can always reconsider. Your Granny said she'll help and you said they pay well in the clinic."
"Yes, but it's an intership. It could end as fast as it came." I remembered him as we made our way to the showers. "Besides I do like it. I love it. It's only that it's the exam's period. I can manage, I promise."
"I..." Brett looked like he wanted to argue some more but clamped his mouth shut at determination. "Okay." he sighed passing one arm over my shoulder and I leaned into him. "I just want you to be sure. This past week you're utterly worn out."
"Just like you were last month when the big final was coming." I smiled sweetly, touched he worried but sure this was what I wanted.
The course had helped me improve a lot in photography and the vet was something I really see myself living as. Sure it can be exhausting, but it's college, right? It wasn't supposed to be easy. And I haven't lie, it's only been the past couple weeks that'd been almost unbearable, sleep became an abstract concept and seeing friends impossible. Yesterday I called Norah for barely half an hour and that alone altered all my schedule for the day. Let along adding that I also fell sleep. Today's compensation is gonna be hell. Ence all of this I get Brett noticed my tired state.
"That was... different." Brett's brows furrowed, stopping when we reached the shower rooms and a couple girls exiting them eyed Brett curiously.
Nothing new, really.
Sleep overs where highly forbidden in the residence, that why his appartment was better. Along with the private shower. Also, Brett had a reputation thanks to his place in the University's team so his presence here wasn't as invisible as it should, but so far he'd managed to not get caught. since it was a mix residence, he didn't exactly stand out and we were careful getting in and out.
At first his popularity had bothered me, but during the course our relationship only grew stronger. So if my lack of interest in party or social skill didn't bother him, I wouldn't let it bother me.
"Different how?" I question his statement. How him being tired for soccer exaggerated practices was different from my current situation?
"I didn't... and the team..." he frowned, frustrated. "I don't know. It just is. I don't like you being so exausted. I worry, okay?"
My heart jolted at the concern and slight embarrasment in his tone, melting. I grinned, hugging his shoulders and standing on my tiptoes. "I love you."
He smiled back and dipped his head for a swift kiss. "I love you too, that's why I worry."
"You don't need to. In a couple days it will be all done and I'll make up for the lost time."
"Now will you?" his eyes sparkled at that, making a blush creapped out my neck and cheeks. Guess I would never stop blushing with him.
"I-I'll try."
"Then shower with me."
My pulsed dropped at his words. "I-I..." One thing was getting comfortable with each other physically, but shower? That was too far. He hadn't even seen me fully naked yet. One step at time. I lowered my gaze ashamed to his chest. So much for making up. I couldn't, I just..."It's not allowed."
His head tilted, amusement in his blue orbs. "So is sleeping over if you don't live here."
My throat closed. "I-I can't."
"Okay, it's okay. Don't be nervous. I get it." he hummed, pressing our foreheads together so my heart pouded calmer against my ribs. "I was just joking, Lys. Don't stress over it." as if pressing a button, my muscles relaxed at his words. "In a couple days we'll be on vacation." he whispered seducticably brushing our noses and my eyes fluttered close. "Three months with no classes. No courses. Not stupid schedules... only us." His lips grazed my cheekbone as he embraced me closer and went to whisper seductivebly in my ear. "And then there's the 4th of July..." he kissed the soft spot under my ear and every fiber in my body shuddered in delight, my arms tightening around him on their own. "I don't know about you, but whatever that turned out to be, I know I'll love it just as much as I love you."
More of this sweet feeling poured in my chest and I was about to say something more, but then the third alarm of my phone vibrated and I gasped, abruptally brought back to our busy reality. My eyes widened and I pushed him towards the boy's shower room entrance. "7:40, Brett. Time's ticking."
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Hey! Some of you wanted to see them in college, so I hope this works. What do you think about it?
Now I'm torn about the next Bonus part. The options are: doing a flashback, redo some chapter under Brett's POV or this 4th of July ;) Let me know what you think :)
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