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~ Part 3 | Section 2 ~

I woke up in his bed. To his smell, to the sound of his breathing and the beating of his heart, to his soft bare chest on my face, to the sight of his face and the taste of lips. I smiled.

"Morning," he said.

"Morning," I said. I sat up and checked the clock for the time. It was seven in the morning. "We're up pretty early. Aaliyah and my father don't wake up until 8."

"You usually don't wake up til 9. Why are you up so early I wonder."

I looked down at him and smiled. "Because I finally had a good sleep for once." I flicked his forehead.

He flinched and pulled his eyebrows together. "What was that for?"

I chuckled and shrugged. "I'm going to the bathroom."

He threw the bit of blanket that was on him to the side and got up. "Okay, I'm coming with."

I didn't really see the point in him coming with me while I peed but I didn't fight it. I just wanted him around me as much as possible. Each second mattered. Each second was crucial so he stood in the bathroom while I peed and I stood there while he did as well.

I didn't watch, just listened. It was definitely weird.

Afterward, we brushed our teeth together and once that was done, Gael said something about breakfast.

I spat out the mouthwash and looked over at him. "Huh?"

"Want to make breakfast with me? I can make some mean pancakes."

"Um, I don't really feel like it. Besides, I barely eat breakfast here. I just go to the place by the beach."

"I know but I want you at the table with us. I hate it when you leave."

"Didn't think anyone noticed."

"I noticed. Now can you please make breakfast with me? It'll be so much fun."

"Mmm," I noised. I pretended to think when I already knew my answer. "Fine. I guess I'll make breakfast with you."

He smiled. "Aye!"

I followed him down to the kitchen and we took out everything we needed to get started. While I cracked the eggs, he stirred the pancake mix. While I cooked the bacon, he cooked the eggs. We worked side by side which was nice but there was also a bunch of play.

He would bump me with his hip or I would throw something in his pan. (Nothing inedible, of course.)

"Stop doing that," he would say.

"What are you going to do about it?" I would ask from the great distance in which I stood.

He would turn around squint his eyes at me as he secretly prepared his attack. Meanwhile, I would be laughing on the other end while also trying to stay focused.

Towards the end, I lost it, the focus. He was making the last bit of chocolate chip pancakes and I didn't expect him to attack me like he did. There were only a few more minutes left until Aaliyah and my father was about to get up so we were rushing to get the last bit of pancakes cooked.

I didn't expect him to leap at me like he did. He almost caught me on that one leap alone. I ran to the living room and he tackled me onto the couch. I was dying with laughter while he was mumbling words at me as we slid onto the floor.

It was on that floor where he kissed me and tortured me with his mouth as it moved to my neck and sucked the life out of me. It was unpleasant at first which is what I thought he was going for to get back at me but once I stopped laughing and begging him to get off me, I realized that it was unpleasantly pleasant.

Then the smoke detector went off and Gael immediately jumped up from me and rushed to the kitchen.

"Shit!" He whisper-shouted.

I followed after him with my neck throbbing and wet from his mouth.

He immediately turned the stove off and started to fan away the smoke that aggressively flew up from the pan.

I just stood in the doorway and laughed as he got up on a chair to turn the smoke detector off. He narrowed his eyes at me as he came down with the batteries in hand.

"Stop laughing. It isn't funny."

"I beg to differ."

"Hurry and help me get the plates together before they come down. I'm sure that the smoke detector woke them up. It won't be long until they come down."

"Fine but I want to look at your pancakes first."

He immediately moved over to the stove as I approached it.

"No, you can't look! It's embarrassing."

After I got through his defenses, I saw the pancakes and snorted. "Yup. Those are some mean looking pancakes."

"Shut up."

"It looks like someone rubbed charcoal on them and finished them off with black flakes."


I just laughed and moved towards him with open arms. He shook his head as he took small steps back.

"Come on. Give me a hug, dumbass."

He crossed his arms once his butt hit the stove and there was nowhere else to go. I just stood there with my arms open until he finally gave in and hugged me, tightly.

A little too tight.

"Okay, you can let go now," I said with the little breath I had. He started laughing as he lifted me off the ground. "Gael put me down!"

He didn't listen. He just laughed and spun me around while crushing my insides.

"Say you're sorry!"

"For what I didn't burn the damn pancakes! That was all you!"

"I guess you don't want me to let go then."

I did. I really really did because he was squeezing me tightly and I hated to be spun around but I could be stubborn and I knew that he would get tired soon so I just had to wait it out.

It wasn't long until he placed me back on my feet. We were both dizzy, I'm sure but he didn't let me go. His hands were still wrapped around me but lower. They were around my waist as we swayed around the kitchen.

It almost felt like we were dancing but also moments away from passing out.

The dizziness didn't last too long and once that stopped, the swaying stopped and we just stared at each other.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"What are you apologizing for? I thought you wanted me to."

"For everything. I'm sorry for everything."

I didn't know what to say but for once, I was happy to hear that from him. I tried not to smile but I did and so did he and then he kissed me.

It was that kind of kiss that was trying to make up for something and even though, he still had a lot of work ahead of him. A few more of those kisses would've worked just fine.

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