F A L L O N

"I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week. How many secrets can you keep? 'Cause, there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat."

. . .

Somewhere in the evening, I fell asleep in his arms. But now, I know what it feels like to wake up in his arms.

He stayed.

My head is tucked into his neck, both his arms around me as he hugs me to him, our fronts pressed together.

The shirt I had been wearing has ridden up, exposing the curve of my ass and stomach.

Nicholas' warm and sleepy body engulfs mine, and I couldn't be happier about it. I couldn't enjoy it even more.

After a few more minutes, I feel him stir and I know he's about to wake up.

Goosebumps erupt on my skin when I feel his hands move on me, tightening their grip and pulling me closer. One of his hands run down my spine, caressing me before being dangerously close to my ass.

One of my legs is slung over him, and I can feel his erection press against my thigh.

"Good morning," he hums, his deep voice caressing my ears. I smile and press a kiss against his neck.

"Good morning," I whisper and melt more into him when he tightens his grip even more. "I like waking up like this," I confess and sigh when he tips my head up to press a kiss on my jaw.

"Me too," he murmurs and continues to press another kiss in the hollow of my neck. I shiver against him and the throbbing in my pussy gets worse.

A soft moan leaves me when he shifts and his erection presses against me. My hips grind down on him automatically, wanting more friction.

Another moan leaves me when he laps at my neck, and I feel his piercing. He takes a hold of my hips and grinds into me, once.

Makes me feel the entirety of his length and has me arching my back.

"Come on, we need to get up," he whispers in my ear, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

"You're a tease," I pout when he gets up. He shoots me a wink and takes my hand, tugging me up and leading me into the bathroom.

I hand him a spare toothbrush, which is weird since he has his own bathroom down the hall. But I don't want him to leave me.

My excitement spikes up when he turns the shower on after we both brushed our teeth – which felt domestic and way too good.

"I don't think your parents would mind if you were to go to England, would they?" he murmurs as he takes off my shirt.

"Wait, you're still planning on going to England?" I ask once I've stepped out of my panties, leaving me naked.

Nicholas takes off his clothes as well before he looks back into my eyes.

"Yeah, and you're coming with me, Fallon."

Turning around, I head into the shower stall.

I snort. "Yeah, as if."

My cheek is met with the glass wall of the shower stall. Harshly.

"I don't recall asking," he whispers into my ear, making a tingling sensation go through me. I breathe out, wanting to move but his hold is too strong.

I swallow and nod.

"Alright," I whisper, and he turns me around so I'm pressed against the wall. "Yeah? Finally got it through your head that you're coming along?"

"What will we tell her?" I ask, not wanting to say her name. "You will take another friend with you," he says.

I nod, already knowing who I'm going to ask. He doesn't get to boss me around like that. And he won't be throwing Stella in my face all the time while I have to watch.

Nicholas lets me sink onto my knees and take his hard length into my mouth. His groans and tight grip on my hair are everything I need to convince myself to go to England with him.

He braces himself with one hand on the wall while moving my head up and down his cock violently.

His abs are tightening up and the clench of his jaw makes a rush of heat go down to my pussy.

Then, he pulls me up and fucks me against the wet tiles, my legs wrapped around him while he has his fingers wrapped around my throat.

His hips slam into mine while the water is pelting down on us, and our moans mix together. His deep groans make me clench around him, which makes him go faster and harder.

I come all over his cock, and he stills inside of me. I throw my head back at the feeling of him blowing his load inside of me.

Biting my lip, our eyes meet again and I send him a sheepish smile. Leaning in, I connect our lips and relish in the feeling of his lips on mine.

He sets me back down on the ground and pushes a tress of hair behind my ear.

"You're coming with me?" he asks and skims his lips over mine. I nod.

"Yes," I whisper.

Although I never like to be petty, I let myself be petty this time.

I begged Donia to stop me, but she said this might be a good idea. She's worried about what might happen to me and Nicholas.

She worries over my heart, she said.

But I told her that I won't let myself get attached, even though I'm doing a pretty shitty job at it.

So that's why I asked Reed to tag along.

I know he's going to understand that we should just be friends, and I'll have a good time with him. I always have in the past, so I don't see why not now.

And I know Nicholas won't be too glad with Reed. But it'll be worth it. I don't do double standards.

He's going to bring Stella. I'll bring Reed.

"Don't you want to come?" I ask Donia. "Just to be moral support?" I practically beg.

After a few more minutes of me begging her and convincing her to come along, she agrees after knowing that we'll only be gone for a week.

A day later, I tell mom and dad that I'll be going away for a week, a last-minute trip. Even Stella knows. She seemed happy that I was tagging along, to explore more.

She didn't ask too many questions when she knew I was coming along. I heard from her that Nicholas said he thought she'd want me to tag along.

Since he's going there for 'business' and it'd be nice for her to have some company.

Our flight is in two days. Donia and I already went shopping for new clothes and accessories. Even though more people than planned are joining us, I'm still somewhat excited.

My conversation with Reed went well. I explained to him that I'm not looking for a relationship, but for a good friend and he was understanding.

I said that I wanted him to come with me on this trip as a peace offering, and he accepted. He knows that Donia is coming along, and it'll feel like back in high school when we used to hang out all the time.

So now Reed is coming along. Nicholas doesn't know that we're just friends and he has seen us make out.

I'm not going to waste time thinking about how that situation might escalate.

But I don't think the outcome would be very good.

The day before we leave, Reed and Donia come to sleep over. Donia has one suitcase and the same goes for Reed.

We're sitting on Donia's bed in the guest room, talking about everything we're going to do in England.

"Well, I know that I'll spend every day exploring something else," I chuckle, "a week won't be enough but at least I can say that I've been there."

"You'll have plenty of time in the future to visit England," Reed assures. "Yeah, we'll just waste our time drinking tea," Donia snorts.

"We must do a high-tea for sure," I tell them and send them a serious look. "And I want to eat fish n chips."

"That's a must," Donia agrees. There's a lot to visit in London, but I'm more interested in the history that England holds. And there's a lot. Too much.

But we'll start with London.

Throughout the evening, Stella drops by my room. Donia and Reed are downstairs eating, but I wasn't hungry.

"Excited?" Stella asks and takes a seat beside me. "Yeah," I smile, "you?"

"Very," she grins and takes a seat on my bed, "though we'll only be away for a week. It feels good to not focus on my job for a while."

"You deserve this break," I tell her, "let yourself enjoy it and relax."

She glances at my suitcase and chuckles. "All packed?"

I nod, feeling awkward all of a sudden. I clear my throat and straighten up a bit. "I hope you don't mind that we're all joining," I tell her, not wanting to feel unwelcome.

Even though I am unwelcome. I don't belong there. It should just be Nicholas and Stella.

"Of course not," she smiles and shakes her head. "I'm glad you're coming along. I know England has always interested you," she says and stands up, throwing her blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Good," I breathe out, relief washing over me.

"Besides, Nicholas is going to be busy. And when he's not busy... well, he'll be with me," she grins, "so it's a bonus to have you come along this trip."

"Good," I force out, not feeling too good after knowing that I'm seen as a bonus.

"By the way," she says and stops in the doorway, turning around to look back at me. "I really like your hair straightened out," she says.

I look down at my straight hair, not feeling like myself without my curls.

But I wanted to try it out. Mom almost had a heart attack when she saw me, but then she said that it's pretty.

Dad just hates it and likes my curls. It's not... me, he said.

"Thank you," I grin and look back at her. She nods. "Yeah, it gives you a fresher look."

At that, I don't know what to say. She just sends me a smile and tells me that she'll see me tomorrow morning.

And then she disappears, leaving the backhanded compliment hanging in the air.

. . .

Oh my, what could happen?

Lol. I like playing with you guys. Sue me for it.

I watched Venom (the second movie) btw and the post-credit scene had me screaming for an hour.

Anyway, I'm talking a lot about Elena's book and that I want to publish it, and y'all are like 'no because it will mess up the timeline and there could be spoilers'

THE STORY FINDS ITSELF TAKING PLACE BEFORE THIS ONE, YOU DUMB FUCKERS.

AND SHE WON'T BE APPEARING IN IMPURE 100% (maybe very briefly) BUT OK I GET IT I WON'T PUBLISH IT.

Moving on, how do you think England will go?

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

I love you.