High school romances~ DNF

Chapter 18

Clay POV.

I wake up that morning, the memories from last night flooding in. I welcome the memories, wishing we didn't fall asleep. Looking at the sleeping boy on my chest, I can't help but smile knowing that he's all mine.

I feel him move a little bit in my grasp.

"George.." I say, smiling.

"Good morning love." He says, trying to sit up but being held down by my cage lock on his chest. I laugh as he falls back down.

"Let me up.." I hear him laugh lightly. "I have school, and something else... planned." He winks at me, making me flush.

"Well in that case.." I say, leaning in for a kiss. Helge kisses back for just a moment before jumping out of bed. I don't even try to deny that I'm staring at his bare chest. He turns around, his face flushing.

I walk towards him slowly, reaching out and hooking my hands around his waist, pulling him closer to me.

"Please don't leave." I mumble into his shoulder. I know I'm being clingy but I can't help it. He sighs and walks back over to the bed, sitting down with me.

"What do you need?" He asks, his brown eyes full of kindness as I shift him into my lap.

"I just don't want you to leave." I groan. He laughs gently, wrapping his arms around my back.

"I'll only be gone for a few hours.. then I'm all yours." He smirks, planting a kiss on my cheek.

"Fine. I'll be waiting here when you get back." I sigh.

"Your such a baby." He grins, but snuggling into my chest.

"Okay, now I have to get up." He gives me a sad smile, and I can tell he doesn't want to either.

"Yeah." I sigh, letting him free.

"Turn around so I can get dressed." He orders, making me laugh.

"George, You've seen me naked. Can you return the favor?" He blushes, making me laugh more. He mutters something under his breath, but then he slowly steps out of his pants. I feel my breath catch as my face heats up.

He turns around and looks me dead in the eye, daring me to make a move but I don't. I grip the bedsheets as tight as I can, my knuckles turning white while I stare at his pale, lean legs. He smirks, seeing my reaction.

He doesn't move for a minute, he just stares at me while I stare at him.

He starts laughing, lightly at first, but then cracking up on the floor. I start wheezing along with him.

"W-what?" He mutters through his tears. We start laughing harder, not at anything in particular either. I get up and walk over to him, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him onto my chest.

"What's even so funny?" I laugh out, feeling him wrap his arms around me. I kiss his jaw temptingly. He pushes off me again, this time getting up.

"We can do more after I get back, alright?" He winks with a grin. I feel my heartbeat pick up.

He finished getting dressed, my eyes on him. Then we walk downstairs where I decide to make some food.

"Baby, what do you feel like?" I ask him with a small smile on my face.

"Well," he pauses, as if thinking about what he's about to say. "I can't eat the thing I want. So French toast?" He gives me puppy dog eyes. "Yours is really good."

"Whatever you want." I say lovingly, giving him a questionable look. "But what did you want?" He shakes his head as he blushes.

"Uh.. n-nothing." He laughs nervously. I sigh with a grin on my face.