YOU AND I

Why, want me in bed again?

CHAPTER - ELEVEN
WHY, WANT ME IN BED AGAIN?

Emarald's POV:-

I woke up with sun rays directed at me. I cringed at least let me sleep at Saturday I barely murmured. I tried to shift but I felt like a heavy pillow was placed on me. I tried moving my hands to move the weight but felt something soft yet so strong. I finally opened my eyes to look what was the weight above me. But girl was I wrong.

It was not 'what', it was who's body specifically who's arm was cuddling with me. I turned my head knowing exactly who was sleeping with me. I was hoping that he would be sleeping and he was. I again tried breaking free out of his grip but his hold on me tightened even more. I tried some more but his hold was of steel, not letting me out of it.

All flashes of last night's events got refreshed in my brain and I went red. Embarrassed.

Then I layed there beside him just noticing him. How I could see his cute but perfect nose. His lashes actually they looked bigger than mine. The tiny unnoticeable freckles on his nose and cheeks that you could not see from normal distance. His hair I wanted to run my hands in them. They were a little curly but only he could look good in curly hair. They were covering his eyes. His lips. They looked so soft. Just by watching him like this I wanted to so badly touch his face. I couldn't move my eyes away. But then....

"Hazel, take a picture it will last long." But then every single precious moment have to end.

"I would but it is against the law to take animal pictures."

"Move your hand, Brett." But he did not budge. Hulk. He grinned. Oh the nerve of him.

"Move or I will boil you in hot oil then wash you in the dishwasher." I stated.

"You have a wild imagination but we can use it somewhere productive." He smirked and his eyes turned that light forest colour that did when he was planning to do something mischievous. He then looked at me as if I was a prey and turned me over so that I was below him, caging me between his arm. Most importantly I could feel all of his muscles flexing above me and looking at his forest green eyes was seriously made me feel things, things I was not yet accustomed to and didn't want to be. It took all my willpower to say what I said next.

"Do you want an example of what I said?" My voice was strained.

"As though you don't like the feeling." He said but moved his arm so that I had the space to move.

It's nice feeling my body again.

Yeah right, like you weren't enjoying feeling his body against you.

Shut up, brain.

I got up and went to take a bath, leaving him there.

I finished bathing and went for my clothes... Oh shit, where are my clothes?

You didn't brought them in, dumbass.

I don't swear, brain.

But I do.

I opened the door a little and peeked outside. Phew, he wasn't outside.

Might be downstairs.

I came out and went to my closet. It was small walk in but I loved it. I took the first thing that came in my hand and turned around to go back.

My gaze fell on the photograph on my bedside table and I stopped there. I wanted to look at it but it was just too difficult to even think it. I picked it up anyway looked at the picture that dad took of us together. It was the day I first saw him.