Heartbeat

Chapter 7.

— Aria's POV —

Friday night was amazing. After we had finally caught our breath, sleep quickly caught up to us both, and it was just an hour later when we woke up in each other's arms. We didn't want to move and leave the warm bubble we had made for ourselves, but as it got later and the chilly air got colder, we knew we had to head home soon.

I was the first to move, pulling on my underwear and jumping through the front seat, just as I did when I got into the backseat earlier that night but not as clumsy so that I didn't fall this time.

He pulled on his jeans as they were still undone from when we were together, and he joined me shortly, sitting beside me in the drivers seat as we made the short journey back to my house.

We were far too tired for me to give him a tour of the house once we arrived, and he didn't complain, so we made our way - after I locked the door, of course - up to my room, and we both laid under the covers together til the sun rose the next morning.

Yesterday was just as amazing. He woke me up with kisses, and we talked over breakfast. I made us pancakes, and he told me a little more about his father, and his upbringing. His mom - as sad as it is - is currently in a nursing home, diagnosed with early on-set dementia.

He tells me that his father's drinking got worst when she got ill, and that school was the last thing on his mind. He was quite smart in Middle school - a fact he hid from me - but as High school came and troubles drowned him at home, so learning literature and math weren't his first priority.

He didn't go into much more detail than that, I noticed he got quite emotional when he spoke about his mom, so we left the conversation as it was, and moved onto something more upbeat.

We discussed our favourite Disney movies and although he prefers Marvel and couldn't stop pushing that fact, he went onto list quite a few. I said mine was Brave and Tangled, and he said his was Frozen - an odd choice but one I agree with, it's a good movie after all, just very popular - and of course, the classic Cars series.

I told him quite quickly that I hadn't watched Cars - living with sisters and all, princess' were usually on the television the most - so, he practically begged me to watch it with him.

We spent the rest of the day in bed watching all three movies, taking breaks in between, eating food when we had the chance, but usually we were all over each other. Our hands learning one another's body, and by the day was over I'm sure there was nothing left to teach each other.

And, so as the sun set once again, we got ready for another night together. I started to ache and became sore soon after the fifth time that day together, so I had to let him down quite gently once his hands started to wonder.

Never in my life did I think I would be so pleased by someone else that my body genuinely couldn't do no more. I was spent and tired, all those weeks my body ached and begged for him was finally fed and full.

We had a somewhat early night together once we ran out of things to watch and we were quite tired after what only one could say was an energetic day, so it wasn't a surprise that both our eyes fell shut before the last movie's titles scrolled down the television screen.

And, I couldn't be more thankful for the early night when I'm awoken by the horrific sound of my phone ringing.

"Turn it off." I hear Noah's whines as his face is mushed into pillow it's a lot more mumbled, and I pry my eyes open. "Ariaaaa!"

"Noah, shut up!" I tell him quickly as I sit up in bed, grabbing my phone of my nightstand. "Okay, be quiet, and don't say a word!"

"Fine, fine." He mumbles once again, pulling the same pillow over his face. I doubt he'd speak even if he wanted to, he looks so tired, I'm sure he'll be back asleep in no time.