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XXIII|Michael

Currently living for this picture. Il est parfait, non?
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For the first time ever, I woke up before Clare. During the night, we had moved a lot, and she ended up facing me, and her head lay on my chest. Now, though, she shuffled a bit so that her head was resting on her pillow. Her left leg was on top of mine, and her hands had somehow sneaked to my waist.

God, the body I am looking at–

I lightly smacked my head so as not to wake her up, shutting up the stupid crude voice in my head.

Although, I have to admit, it was a nice view I was having. Her body fit so perfectly against mine, I couldn't help but feel my body repeat last night's events.

Oh God, last night.

It was probably the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me. I can't even picture the look on her face if she finds out what it means, she'd probably feel horrified.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and pictured McGonagall and Dumbledore getting it on, and I felt my body relax and go back to normal.

Get a grip on yourself Michael, you're not a horny teenager, the rational side of my brain scolded.

Yeah, I'm a horny man, and trust me, that's worse. I mean, man, have you seen her body? the bad side tried to lure me in.

My head started to hurt, so I blocked out all my thoughts instead.

I looked at my lovely girlfriend's face. Her hair was sprawled messily on the bed, and looked a pretty golden color under the sunlight streaming from the window. Her small nose was emitting tiny puffs of air as her sleep lightened, indicating that she was about to wake up soon. Her eyes were shut, but I was anticipating the moment that they would be visible to my eyes that waited for stunning beauty.

Her thin lips were curved slightly in a soft smile, and they looked so inviting in the morning sun, I couldn't help but press mine against them. Her lips tasted so addictive, so alluring, I had to press my body against hers, no dirty thoughts, to feel her intimacy with me.

Soon, she was kissing back, and I knew now that she was wide awake, even if my eyes were shut to savor the moment.

She slipped her tongue in my mouth, and I was shocked to see her make the first move. I brought up my embarrassingly large hands to cup her face and felt her smile in the heated kiss, her own hands clinging to my waist.

We broke off because of this stupid thing called oxygen, and she smiled so breathtakingly, I thought that she was a fallen angel from heaven.

"I discovered that I really like waking up to your kisses," she whispered in her adorable early morning voice.

I smirked at her, and she yawned before getting out from under the covers, giving me a full body view that f herself.

Jackpot, bro, the naughty side smirked to the rational side.

I resisted the urge to snog her senseless, and let her head to the bathroom to freshen up, while I repeatedly banged my head against the headboard.

First, I walked out of the room to stretch a little, then I showered in less than 5 minutes. I got dressed in just a pair of jeans and a skin-tight white shirt, along with silver Adidas shoes. My hair was too messy to be set up in any way, so I had to top it with a Real Madrid snapback.

Yeah, I love Real Madrid. Sue me.

I sprayed my cologne, and found her sitting with her back on the floor, her legs resting on the wall. She looked adorable in my red football jersey which hung down to her knees, a pair of black leggings, and my black fuzzy slippers.