The Original Pogue- JJ Maybank

Chapter 18

My eyes flutter open as light begins to stream through the blinds, and I'm not disappointed by the sight I'm met with. I see JJ staring at me, but as soon as I fully open my eyes, his shut quickly as if he didn't want me to see him watching. I chuckle,

"Jay, that only works if I don't watch you close your eyes" I tease,

"Shut up" he mutters, in a raspy voice.

"No, no, it's okay. We'll just have to embrace this creepy, watching people sleep fetish of yours" 

"Shut up" he repeats, but there is humour in his voice and a smile is pulling at his lips.

"Don't worry. It'll be our secret" I whisper in his ear, before sitting up. It's not until I sit up, and his arm falls off my side onto my legs, that I realise he was holding me. 

He removes his arm from my legs and pushes me off the side of the bed, making my land on the floor.

"Shit!" Ow fuck, fuck, fuck" I fake complain, holding my elbow.

JJ jumps out of bed and comes to crouch next to me. 

"Shit, sorry sunshine. I shouldn't of done that. Show me where it hurts sunshine" when I stay silent he presses on, "Please?" 

"My-my elbow" I sniffle

JJ scoots closer to me, to get a better look, so I take my opportunity. I pounce on him, grabbing him by the shoulders and pinning him down, sitting on his stomach. 

"Oh shit" he says in surprise. 

When he's on the floor, I grab his wrists and pin them next to his head. 

"I win" I chuckle. 

"That was mean sunshine" he laughs

"Hey, you started it!"

"Did not"

"Did to"

"Did not"

"Did to"

"Did not"

"Did to"

"Did not"

"Did not"

"Did to"

I smile victoriously, and it takes him a few seconds to realise what he just did. 

"Fuck" he mutters, but his face is one of amusement. 

"Now, Mr Maybank, is there something you want to confess?"

A worried look flashes across his face, before he schools it. It was only fleeting, but I caught it. 

"And what would that be Miss Sanders?"

"That I am stronger, better, more awesome, spectacular, funnier and smarter than you" 

"Not happening sunshine" he muses

I fake pout and cross my arms, which was a mistake. Now I've released his arms, he grabs me by the waist and carefully flips me over so I'm lying on the floor, and he's hovering over me. Butterflies cued to make an appearance in 3...2...1. Right on time.

As he looks down at me, his eyes that were once playful, start to darken. They drop down to my lips before flickering up to my eyes again. I gulp trying to settle my nerves and hormones that are both running wild. 

He starts to lower his head towards mine slowly, but the moment is interrupted by a loud smash coming from the living room. 

Panic starts to spread across his face as we realise his dad had returned home. With the moment broken, he jumps up and pulls me up with him quickly.