Ice cream, Teasing and Awkward Situations

Chapter 51

Feeling the warm rays of sunlight on my face, I let out a tired groan and started to stir awake. I squinted open my eyes and took in the sight of the cabin room around me. My eyes briefly glancing over my abandoned bed from the night before. 

I had slept extremely well after going to Ethan's bed, which was strange because I assumed I would sleep worse with someone else beside me. He just made me feel so comfortable and safe, and he seemed to make every worry in my head disappear. 

I breathed in deeply, loving how much the bed smelled like him. I know it was kind of creepy, but I couldn't help it, he had such a sexily intoxicating smell.

 I smiled, as I noticed his chin still rested in the crook of my neck, and his arms still wrapped tightly around me. 

Wait a fucking second...

His hands were no longer in the same position as they were last night. They had migrated themselves north. 

Very north.

  I slowly glance down, and my suspicions were correct. 

The cheeky little bastard had moved one of his hands, so it was now cupped around one of my breasts.

 What was with this guy at boob cuddling? It was becoming a real trend with him.

 I couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose or if it was just a subconscious thing he did in his sleep. 

With a sigh, I reached for my phone on the bedside table to check the time. It was 8 AM. The coaches were going to be leaving at 9, so I knew it was time for me to get up.

 I tried to sit up, but Ethan seemed to have other plans. He groaned in frustration and pulled me back against his body. 

"Where the hell are you going?" he mumbled in his gruff morning voice. The vibration of his voice tickled the back of my neck. It was a mystery how he managed to sound so sexy this early in the fricking morning. 

"We need to get up, it's 8, and the coaches leave at 9," I sighed.

 "It's fine, we can get ready in half an hour," he said dismissively, not loosening the tight hold he had on my body.

 "Well, maybe you can, but I don't want to be in a rush. So, can you just let me go?" I snapped in irritation as I tried to pull at his arms. 

"Sorry, no can do Chubs, I like sleeping with you, it's comfy," he argued in a sleepy, as though this was a good enough reason to keep me hostage. 

"Well, can you at least explain to me why one of your hands has migrated to my boob?" I asked in accusation. 

 Ethan went silent, and I felt his body freeze up behind me. "Because it's comfy?" he answered nervously.

 "Nice try, Ethan," I snapped drily.

 "It was worth a shot," he murmured nonchalantly, not sounding nearly as guilty as he should. 

"I knew you were doing it on purpose, you're such a pervert," I muttered as I shook my head at him in disapproval. 

"How am I being a pervert? You're my girlfriend now, remember?" he stated proudly.

I swiveled around in his arms, so I was face to face with him. Resting my elbow against the cushion, I propped my head up. "I'm your girlfriend, am I?" I questioned, deciding to bully him.

 He gave me a weird look before sitting up slightly so he could look at me better. "Err...yes obviously," he stated with a confused look on his face.