Sumettikul's Universe

{17} Moving Day

my day was sooo good guys and i had time to prepare new chappiessss, hope you enjoy♡
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The candle flame is too hot. It flickers and dances in the over-warm breeze, a breeze that brings no respite from the heat. Soft gossamer wings flutter to and fro in the dark, sprin­kling dusty scales in the circle of light. I'm struggling to resist, but I'm drawn. And then it's so bright, and I am flying too close to the sun, dazzled by the light, fried and melting from the heat, weary in my endeavours to stay airborne. I am so warm. The heat...it's stifling, overpowering. It wakes me.

I open my eyes, and I'm draped in Bible. He's wrapped around me like a vic­tory flag. He's fast asleep with his head on my chest, his arm over me, holding me close, one of his legs thrown over and hooked around both of mine. He's suffocating me with his body heat, and he's heavy. I take a moment to absorb that he's still in my bed and fast asleep, and it's light outside - morning. He has spent the whole night with me.

My right arm is stretched, no doubt in search of a cool spot, and as I process the fact that he's still with me, the thought occurs that I can touch him. He's asleep. Tentatively, I lift my hand and run the tips of my fingers down his back. Deep in his throat, I hear a faint distressed groan, and he stirs. He nuzzles my chest, inhaling deeply as he wakes. Sleepy, blinking eyes meet mine beneath his tousled mop of hair.

"Good morning," He mumbles and frowns. "Jesus, even in my sleep I'm drawn to you." He moves slowly, peeling his limbs from me as he gets his bearings. I become aware of his erection against my hip. He notices my wide-eyed reaction, and he smiles a slow sexy smile.

"Hmm...this has possibilities, but I think we should wait until Sunday." He leans down and nuzzles my ear with his nose.

I flush, but then I feel seven shades of scarlet from his heat.

"You're very hot," I murmur.

"You're not so bad yourself," He murmurs and presses himself against me, suggestively.

I flush some more. That's not what I meant. He props himself up on his elbow gazing down at me, amused. He bends, and to my surprise, plants a gentle kiss on my lips.

"Sleep well?" He asks.

I nod, staring up at him, and I realise that I've slept very well except maybe for the last half-hour when I was too hot.

"So did I." He frowns. "Yes, really well." He raises his eyebrows in confused surprise. "What's the time?"

I glance at my alarm.

"It's 7:30."

"7:30...shit." He scrambles out of bed and drags on his jeans.

It is my turn to look amused as I sit up. Bible is late and flustered. This is something I have never seen before. I belatedly realise that my behind is no longer sore.

"You are such a bad influence on me. I have a meeting. I have to go - Are you smirking at me?"

"Yes."

He grins.

"I'm late. I don't do late. Another first, Mr. Puttha." He pulls on his jacket and then bends down and grasps my head, his hands on either side.

"Sunday," He says, and the word is pregnant with an unspoken promise. Everything deep in my body uncurls and then clenches in delicious anticipation, the feeling is exqui­site.

Holy hell, if my mind could just keep up with my body. He leans forward and kisses me quickly. He grabs his stuff from my side table and his shoes - which he doesn't put on.