Can You Be My Dirty Secret? -l.t.

Chapter 8- Cuddles

Chapter 8- Cuddles

Leticia Ray's

I was awoken by Louis' constant shifting under the covers. Why was he moving too much so early in the morning? I wouldn't know the answer, but we could all agree that it is annoying as hell.

"Stop moving, daddy!" I groan, hitting him with a pillow as I was forced to open my eyes to do so. There was it. There's no way I could go back to sleeping now. I couldn't help but just made face towards him.

Louis only laughs in reply as he faces me. Is he not aware of the saying to not mess with the people who are sleeping or just woken up? Because I swear, there's nothing fun when I still want to slumber into my dreams and yet couldn't so so.

Either way, it seems like Louis is  too happy to notice the scrunch on my face that he just hold both of my cheeks, squishing it, and placing a sloppy kiss on my forehead. I must admit, the affection lessen my moody self, but still... Sleep-I want it, I need it.

"Good morning, beautiful." Louis whispered huskily, making me want to squeal as I am more awake and aware of his existence next to me. I'm used to waking up next to Louis. But then again, everything had changed now: The feeling, the affection, and the uncertainty. I couldn't explain it and yet, not even in the near future, maybe.

I could now notice every little thing, every detailed skin on his chiseled face. How his bed hair is sticking everywhere and yet he still looks like a refined gentleman. How his eyes crinkles and lingers in delight.  Not to mention his crooked smile from drowsiness. This couldn't just happen overnight. He even called me beautiful.

"And baby girl, just tell daddy if you want to extend our playtime. I would be more than happy to do so." He grins as he wriggled his eyebrows to imply something. It took me a minute to realize what he was talking about, but when I did, I couldn't help but blush. Right, today is Saturday. Playtime is over.

"Sorry to break it to you, big brother... But I better not." I said before I watch him pout playfully.

"Ah, I knew it. I was pushing my luck way too much."Louis chuckles, his hand over his hair as he shifted closer to my figure. I hum and moved myself a little further away. We still need that personal space from each other, I thought.

"Why are you even trashing around?" I questioned, hoping last night's memories would be tarnished. I kind of regret it now. After trying my best to evade his advances, a small age role play is all it takes for me to falter? I don't know of who is crazier now between Louis and I.

From there, my thoughts were cut off abruptly from a very sounding laugh. Why is he laughing now? I believe I did not say anything funny. Was it my face? Was I giving a weird expression? That could only be it, I think.

"You're so cute when you're like that." Louis laughs, making me tilt my head in confusion. 'Like what exactly?' Is what I wanted to say but he had taken my attention already by gesturing on his lower are as if directing my eyes. There is indeed a very visible bulge in his boxers.

"I-I" I stammered as I quickly shift my gaze elsewhere.

"You're such a tease last night, baby sis. I have to jerk twice and yet here we are." Louis admitted as he scratches the back of his neck. Why is he saying that to me so casually- too casual even?!

"It's not my fault, you pervert! I-you don't have to tell me the full details!" I yelped, covering my bloody tomato face with both of my hands. I'm so embarrassed to the core. Why is he being like that? He's picking on me like some vegetable on his dinner plate.

"You're fault, Leticia Ray. When you are wearing clothes you can already turn me on what more when butt naked and legs open for me?" Louis snickered as he teases me. I widen my eyes at him. I swear, someone is having their fun here.