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ANYA
“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?!” I yell at him. I must have snoozed the alarm as always, and now that I have freshened up, this man has pulled me into bed again.
He yawns, his eyes still heavy with sleep. “Just stay here for a few more minutes, Firecracker.” He sighs as he pulls me closer to him. His morning voice is so hot. I don’t think I will ever get over it.
“Captain.” I pull away, intertwine our fingers, and kiss the back of his hand. “That’s all I want,” I say softly. “But I really can’t miss this class. The professor is going to announce important details about the exam.” I peck his lips. His grip on me loosens, and I take the opportunity to slide out of the bed. “And one of us has to know these things so you can pass,” I smirk and he chuckles lightly.
I shiver at the sudden loss of warmth. “Okay, I am letting you go,” he says quietly and opens his eyes. “But only if you promise to meet me in the library.” His face twists in frustration as he rubs his eyes. “I have to study, too.” He pouts, “Coach said that I need to pass all my subjects or he will bench me.” I gasp. “Don’t worry. I am too talented. Hecan’t afford to shun me.” He grins lazily.
“How humble of you, captain.” I chuckle.
“It’s confidence, Firecracker.” He winks at me.
I roll my eyes, a small smile playing on my lips. “Confidence…or arrogance?” I shoot back, pulling on a hoodie and stuffing my books into my bag.
He sits up, his hair a mess, the morning sunlight streaming in through the window and casting a warm glow on his bare chest. Heat pools in my stomach and I have to remind myself not to get distracted.
“Hey, I prefer the term ‘unapologetically sure of myself.’” He smirks.
He throws the covers off, revealing his toned body and walks over to me. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer and resting his chin on my shoulder. “Admit it. You love my unapologetic confidence,” he murmurs, running his nose along the side of my neck.
I let out a small gasp at the sensation, my heart rate quickening. “Fine,” I whisper, my voice hitching. “I might find it…a little attractive.”
He hums against my skin, his breath warm and his hand slowly sliding under my hoodie. He grabs my waist, his thumb tracing patterns over my stomach. “A little, huh?” He teases, his lips ghosting over my jawline.
His touch lights a fire within me and I suppress the urge to abandon my class and stay here with him all day.
He grins, knowing exactly how much his touch is affecting me. “You’re thinking about blowing off class, aren’t you?” he murmurs in my ear, his hand sliding up to the small of my back.
I shiver at the contact, my mind filled with visions of staying here in bed with him all day instead of suffering through a boring lecture. The idea is incredibly tempting.
“But don’t,” he whispers. “I do not want you feeling guilty about it later.” He’s right. I sigh. It scares me sometimes, howeasily he can read my mind, predict my behaviors, but it also gives me a sense of contentment that there’s someone in this goddamn world who can understand me so well.
“Now, be a good girl and attend your class.” He smacks my ass. “And your captain will bring coffee for you after class, okay?”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help but smile. “Alright, captain. I’ll be a good girl for you,” I say, faking a sarcastic tone.
“I will get going then.” I announce, but he doesn’t budge. “Only if someone leaves me.” I can sense his reluctance as he finally lets me go and stomps toward the bed. “You are acting like a child right now.” I giggle.
He flops down on the bed, dramatically flinging his arms out to the sides and pouting like a little kid. “This is your fault. You’re too tempting,” he grumbles.
I chuckle, amused by his childish behavior. “Oh, I’m sorry for being too irresistible,” I tease, walking over to the bed and leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.
He looks up at me, his eyes still holding a hint of grumpiness. “You should never be sorry, even when you are wrong,” he says, trying to maintain a stern facade.
“What makes you think I will ever be wrong?” I cock an eyebrow.
He chuckles. “You are right.” I laugh and pick up my bag. “Text me when you get there, okay?” I nod. I open the door and throw him a kiss. He pretends to catch the kiss and place it on his lips before rolling his eyes.
“Just go already before I change my mind and pull you back into bed,” he says, throwing a pillow in my direction and running after me. I giggle. “Oh, no.” I sprint but stop in my tracks as I see Louis and Ethan smirking at me.
“Look who’s doing the walk of shame,” Louis teases. My eyes widen. I feel like a deer caught in headlights. I feel heat rising up my neck.
“It’s not a walk of shame.” Daniels comes beside me and throws his arm around my shoulder. “It’s a walk of satisfaction.” He winks at me. I smack his arm as I gasp softly.
“I am running late, guys.” I smile. “Have a good day.” I rush out of the door.What is wrong with him?I keep my hand on my chest to calm my heartbeat before hurrying down the hallway.
