Okay so I've changed up my writing style yet again! I've started to make the characters tease each other less and just be more brash.
It may just be stemming from my personal life but we move.
Enjoy x.
~ NJNJ14.
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Temah Coleman's POV
I wake up in bed, wearing a huge shirt and laying on Douglas' bare chest.
I look up at him, blinking in the dark and he's out cold.
His breaths are heavier and his long eyelashes are fluttering a little in the breeze.
I get up to close the balcony doors and I look outside.
It really is beautiful here.
I take in the fresh air and I breathe out, leaning on the balcony railing.
I relax for a bit, when I hear a voice behind me.
"Temah?" He calls.
Douglas.
I turn to face him and his hand is where I was laying, indicating that he was looking for me.
"Did I wake you?" I whisper as if he's not already up.
He shakes his head, sitting up.
"Are you okay? He asks me.
I nod and he gets up to join me.
"I feel like having a drink. Come with me?" He asks.
I nod and take his hand.
He pulls me to him so he can kiss my forehead, before excusing himself to brush his teeth from sleeping.
He then leads me down to the kitchen.
He goes through the liquor cabinet and I watch him.
Bare chested, all of his muscles are exposed to me in extol.
The movement of his torso as he reaches up to grab it.
The strain in his arms as he removes the cap and fills the glasses half way.
His body turning as he looks for a napkin to clean the spill on the glass.
I unintentionally lick my lips.
He catches me and I immediately look away.
"You staring at me, Mrs Coleman?" He asks chuckling at the look on my face.
He hands me one of the glasses and I drink, avoiding the question.
"Is there a reason you're so tense?" He asks, looking at me while he drinks and I feel my lower region pulse a little.
Because I'm now un-necessarily sprung?
I gulp and stay silent.
He slowly but purposeful stalks me, setting the glass down and cornering me, even though I'm already seated?
"What, you need me to interrogate you?" He asks, leaning down to brush his lips against my shoulder.
He uses his finger to trace over the healing bite marks and hickeys.
I bite the inside of my lip to hide a sigh.
He presses his mouth to my jaw.
Then my neck.
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