Endless Summer (G-Eazy)

Morning After

I inhaled, switching from laying on my side to my back.
My eyes were still closed, half asleep.
I felt a weight on my lower waist, hot breath on my neck.
I opened my eyes to see G laying next to me, his arm wrapped around my waist.
I tensed up, last night flashing through my mind.
Holy shit.
I heard talking outside the door, suitcases being wheeled around.
I looked over to the clock on the nightstand.
3:25 am.
Our plane to Ohio leaves at 4.
I started squirming, trying to slip out of his grip.
He groaned, pulling me closer to him.
I sighed, rubbing my forehead.
I can't believe this happened- wait hold up, didn't you want this?
I rolled my eyes at myself.
I shook his shoulder, "Hey, G, we need to get up and get ready."
I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends a little.
He groaned, rubbing the side of my stomach.
Goosebumps rose along where he made contact with my skin.
He smirked against my neck.
He spoke in his deep, raspy morning voice,
"Get used to it, babygirl,"
I scoffed, now forcefully pushing his hand off me.
He scowled, "Aw, c'mon come back," I got up, almost regretting my decision.
My knees gave and i fell on my hands and knees,
the soreness in my pelvis subsiding a little when I wasn't putting pressure on it.
G got up, helping me up off the ground, "Woah are you okay?"
I looked up at him. We both realized we were naked.
I nodded, "Uh yeah, just a little tired,"
He smirked, knowing that wasn't true. He walked past me, sliding his boxers on,
"We forgot to meet Jess and Bobby for dinner,"
I scoffed, getting up again and putting my clothes from last night on,
"Yeah, we forgot."
He turned around to smirk at me, sliding a denim jacket on.
I gathered everything and packed it into one of my suitcases.
He came up behind me, resting his hands around my waist.
He nibbled at my neck, smiling.
I bit my lip, continuing to pack. He kissed me one last time and walked towards the door.
I spoke up before he could open it,
"Where's Claire,"
The room was silent. I turned around to make sure he was still here.
He was. He stood there staring at me. I know, i know, why bring her up when things were finally the way you wanted it to be?
I just need to know if she's out of the picture.
He rubbed the back of his neck,
"She went back to San Diego. I told her I wasn't interested anymore,"
I smiled, bobbing my head.
He smiled, walking out. I turned back to my open suitcase.
What does this make you guys?

-

I walked out of the room, my two suitcases in tow.
Most of the guys were here, including Bobby, Jess, and Bo, the bodyguard.
Jess glanced over at me. She seemed annoyed but she gave a small smile before turning back around to keep talking to Bobby.
I stood there by the door, awkwardly.
Everyone in the room have me curious glances, trying to act slick, as if I didn't see them.
G came out of his room with his suitcase.
"Aight, let's go,"
Everyone made their way out the door, leaving me in the room last with G right behind.
A while later, I found myself in the airport, waiting for G's plane to be ready.
We were waiting in a lounge. I sat by myself, looking out the window facing the runways.
I heard someone sit in the seat next to me.
I turned my head to see Gerald. He smiled at me, his face lit like a christmas tree.
I couldn't help but smile back.
My eyes wandered to the side, seeing Jess staring at us with a scowl on her face.
My smile disappeared. I turned back around, crossing my arms.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
G squeezed my shoulder. I replied back, still facing the window,
"I think Jess is mad at me."
I heard him sigh, sliding a hand around the back of my neck.
I turned towards him. He leaned in and kissed me.
Such a perfect kiss.
I tilted my head to the side, deepening the kiss.
There was hooting and clapping all around us. He smiled against my lips. I smiled back.
My hands wound around his neck, his cupping my face.
He pulled back, looking at me. I tried so hard not to blush but to no prevail.
I heard Grady pretending to cry and mumbling to Dusty and Xavi,
"I feel like a proud father,"
I laughed a little, looking down at our intertwined hands.
He lifted my chin with his finger, planting a little kiss on my lips,
"Who cares if she's mad. You don't need her- You have me."
I hugged him, kissing his neck.
You have him.