Carrying the Prince of Wolves

Chapter 26. A Step Forward

I'm back after who knows how long and I apologise but I have been busy with mocks and my GCSE's are starting next month. *Sighs*

I was going to upload on my 16th birthday -surprise- (March 14, sad to see the amazing Stephen Hawking pass) but things got hectic. See the bottom for more notes~

Gavin~

Hmm this must be what floating with the clouds feel like. It's so comfortable I want to stay here forever. I smiled to myself, keeping my eyes close and snuggling to who knows what. I heard someone hum and a pair of arms wrap tighter around me. 

There's my sign to wake up.

My eyes quickly open and all I see is grey. I quickly close them again though as an infatuating scent hits my nose. I couldn't help but snuggle in more, taking in all of this holy things. I heard a chuckle and that's when I remembered my current situation. I tilted my head up but all I see is skin as Calvin has his head resting on mine. He hugged my even tighter and I couldn't help my poor heart that started beating crazily again. A soft shy smile appeared on my face. How can this man do this to me? I hope I'm not the only one that feel like this.

All flustered, shy, and constantly getting butterflies on my stomach. 

"Good morning, my love." He whispered finally deciding to move down a bit to meet me in the eye. Oh god. The voice, the messy hair, the barely open eyes and that smile. What is happening to me? I'm pretty sure my heart isn't even functioning properly anymore. My face heats up and punch him trying to move away as I can't handle anymore of this embarrassment. As much as I love this, I don't want to look like a tomato in front of him anymore. "Woah, where are you going?"

My fleeing attempt fails as he just pulls me back, even closer now, and put his hands under my shirt, running it up and down. "St-top it Calvin." This boy needs to stop or else my face will just become as red a tomato permanently. "Hmm? Why stop? Last time I remembered you like being caressed like this last night." He smirked at me finally opening his eyes completely. That's it. "Ow! Gav!" I watched in horror as he clutches his forehead. "I'm sorry! I told you to get away you can't blame me for slapping you in the forehead." He looked at me judgingly before whining. 

This guy will actually be the death of me.

"You didn't have to hit me that hard." I moved closer again and looked at his forehead. Is it bad that I didn't feel sorry for that long? "Why are you laughing?" I had to burst out laughing now seeing the growing red mark in his forehead. "It's just - oh my gosh- a marks actually forming!" I fell back laughing watching as he sits up, trying to rub the red mark away. "Glad to know my mate finds joy to my suffering." He mumbled. I sit up again taking his hand to mine and giving him a soft smile. "Aw, its not like that gorgeous."

His face suddenly changes as he raises his brows at me and I instantly regret that coming out of my mouth. His smirk get bigger as my face starts to fall. "Gorgeous? Is that what you call me in your head? I guess I always look gorgeous to you huh? Huh Gav?" I scowled at him and pushes him away again. See, we just can't stay with one mood before something or someone ruins it. "Aw come on Gav." I yelped, yes yelped, as he pulled me back, making me fall on my back with my arms pinned as he towers over me. I stare up at him and couldn't help but fall into those eyes.

Who would've thought we'd be getting to this stage this quickly. To think that we had such a horrible beginning...

My focus focuses as I hear him sigh and a smile forms on his face. "I really wish we were like this from the start. I really was stupid. I'm so sorry, my love." He falls on top of me, hugging me as if I was gonna disappear any second. That's something he shouldn't worry about though. That's for sure. "It's fine, it was a bad start but let's just focus on the present now. I pushed him up and grabbed his face on both of my hands before pulling him in and giving him a kiss. Not even a kiss, it's just a peck. Is this even long enough to be a peck?