The STD Trace

18. P is for Partner, I is for In, C is for Crime

Well, this is the last guaranteed chapter for I am returning to school on Monday so I may not always have chapters in four or five days, but don't worry. I will always ALWAYS try to get here and upload for you all. School MUST be my number one priority though :D Anyways, I just LOVE this chapter title, don't you? :D VOTE VOTE VOTE and I LOVE your comments. Stay STD free :D

I shot awake and looked around like a mad woman. What. The. Hell? Right next to me, Winston rolled over onto his stomach, groaning. A goofy little smile slid across my face. Ah, I remember now. Winston was an animal last night and I remember this very well. I stole a glance at the clock and sighed. Crap, I have to go to school soon. My bedroom door was thrown open and I quickly covered myself with my sheets.

“Hannah, I can’t decide whether to wear my new mini skirt or these super cute skinny jeans I got from Gap!” Maggie yelled, holding up both options. I started to answer her but Winston groaned, picking up a pillow and hurling it at her. She jumped back. “Ew, you two are sleeping together!” she squealed.

A blush formed on my cheeks. “Wear the jeans, it’s getting pretty cold, Maggie.”

She glared at me. “You’re sleeping with my brother.”

I nodded very slowly. “Yes…”

“You’re like literally sleeping with my brother. Your parts have like come together.”

I bit back laughter. “Mhm.”

“Oh God, I’m going to be sick.” She put a hand to her mouth.

Winston shot up in the bed. “Would you shut up, please? I just want to sleep for like ten more minutes and your voice is irritating me!”

“I’m sorry that it’s freaking me out that you are sleeping together!” Maggie protested.

Winston looked at me and then Maggie then back again. “Would you grow up? People have sex, stop being childish and get out.” He plopped back under the covers and I shrugged.

“You heard him, stop being childish and get out, Maggie.”  I smiled.

“Ugh!” she screamed and then she slammed the door behind her.

“You are such a screamer,” Winston mumbled against his pillow after a couple moments of silence.

I gasped, whirling on him. “That’s only because you scared me!”

“All I did was bite you, jeez, Hannah.” He sat up in the bed to raise an eyebrow at me. Men apparently think that if you scream while having intercourse they are doing something right. It was not my fault that he bit me pretty hard on my collarbone and it sent me over the edge. Jesus, he always wanted to be such a guy.

“Then don’t bite me anymore.” I crossed my arms, pouting.

He chuckled, brushing my hair out of my face. “I like it when you scream,” he purred, his hands slipping under the sheets.

I moaned and pushed him away. “Stop or we will never get to school.”

“I hate school.” He kissed down my neck.

“Winston Travis Francis,” I growled.

“Mother?” he joked.

I rolled my eyes and got out of the bed, heading for the bathroom. He watched my every move. “What?” I blushed.

“Are you about to shower?”

“Yes?”

“Need company?” He lay back in the bed, his arms propped up above his head.