Beams of the morning light shone brightly into my eyes, causing me to groan as I stirred from sleep.

I inhaled a deep breath, and the moment I smelled that soft raspberry smell, and felt my hands tighten around a warm beautifully shaped body, I remembered who I was holding.

The edge of my lips tugged upward, unable to help myself as I nestled my head closer into the crook of my girlfriend's neck.

God, she was so perfect. Too perfect. So perfect, that despite the fact I knew I very well should be getting up right now, I refused to let her go.

It was so addicting in fact that I was genuinely weighing up the options on how I could make this a permanent reality. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I marched up to her this morning and said, 'Hey, Mia. Turns out I never want to sleep without you again, so looks like you're moving in with me forever.' I'm sure she'd take it well and not find it alarming at all.

Mia, at that moment, shifted a little in her sleep and nestled her backside closer into my front. My breath was sharply sucked away and suddenly just like that, I felt a lot more wide awake.

That was the other thing about sharing a bed with Mia – she was very, and I mean, very fucking distracting. I honest to god don't know how I kept my sanity last night with her constantly squirming in my arms, but all I know was it took a lot of breath-holding and pleading with myself to behave.

Closing my eyes, I tightened myself a little closer to her, and that's when I realized what specific body appendage of hers, I was holding. My eyes sprung abruptly back open, and my heart took off like a freight train. A sharp burn rushed up my cheeks. Shit, I was holding her boob again.

Instead of ripping my hand away, I kept my hand in place like a pervy fool as I realized how comfy she felt. Hmm, I could seriously get used to holding her like this...,

Starting to seriously feel her start to shift in my arms, I realized she was now starting to properly wake up. Selfishly not wanting to part with her body or her boob yet I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. What? It was comfy okay.

I felt as Mia leaned forward slightly, and opening my eyes I saw her reach for her phone on the nightstand likely wanting to check the time.

She let out a sigh, then started trying to sit up. A frustrated groan escaped my lips, and I pulled her right back to where she was supposed to be in my arms.

"Where the hell are you going?" I mumbled, my voice gruff, and throaty from lack of use. Mia turned her head slightly, to catch a glimpse of me behind her, and I noticed the edge of her lip twitch upward. She could deny it all she wanted, but I knew that smile meant she was loving this.

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

I processed the information; she'd provided me for about a second before deciding I didn't care. As far as I was concerned, I'd waited six years, to hold her like this so I wanted to enjoy every last second I could get my greedy hands on.

"It's fine, we can get ready in half an hour," I mumbled back dismissively, refusing to loosen the tight hold I had on her body.

I was aware I was essentially keeping her hostage, but I was feeling too desperate to continue to hold her to care. And besides, something told me from the light smile still resting on my prisoner's lips she didn't really seem to mind.

Mia let out an amused breath, laughter mixed in with it. "Well, maybe you can, but I don't want to be in a rush. So can you just let me go?" she said, as she tugged pathetically at my forearm.

"Sorry, no can do Chubs, I like sleeping with you, it's comfy," I argued back childishly, as I closed my eyes, and tried to settle myself back to sleep.

Mia went silent and I thought for a second I had won before she softly cleared her throat. "Well, can you at least explain to me why one of your hands has migrated to my boob?" she asked flatly.

I immediately snapped my eyes back open and froze, realizing I'd been caught red-handed.

Shit. Think fast, think fast you dumb fuck. An excuse, an excuse.

"Because it's comfy?" I mumbled with a nervous laugh, hoping this would suffice as a good enough answer.

"Nice try, Ethan," Mia snapped drily.

Realizing any hope of her believing I wasn't a pervert was lost, I exhaled a deep sigh. "It was worth a shot," I finally murmured honestly.

Mia let out an incredulous breath of laughter, that vibrated softly against my chest. "I knew you were doing it on purpose, you're such a pervert," she muttered as she tutted, and shook her head at me.

"How am I being a pervert?" I laughed. "You're my girlfriend now, remember?" I stated proudly. I couldn't help but smile after I spoke, liking the feeling of calling her my girlfriend a little too much.

I was so prepared to drop the fact that she was my girlfriend in the most random of situations just because I could and wanted to. I don't think I had anything else worth bragging about more in this world, than her.

Mia quickly swivelled around in my arms, till we were face to face. I looked across at her in surprise, and my eyes greedily darted all around her face. Now that, I could see her properly, my mind instantly started to fog as I took in those large warm eyes of hers, and those rosy, pink lips. Dark strands of her hair spilled out beautifully around her face from the great big bun she'd tied her hair up into. She looked painfully fucking good.

Swallowing hard, I stared in awe for a second, wondering how I'd managed to get her of all people to fall in love with me. It was insane, how lucky I was.

I watched as she rested her elbow on the cushion and propped her head up lazily. She observed me for several seconds, a smile on her lips and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"I'm your girlfriend, am I?" she questioned, sassily, her eyes taking on a more daring spark.

I gave her a weird look, my brows pulling together. Then slightly sitting up, I turned so I could look at her properly. "Er...yes, obviously," I stated slowly, seriously starting to question my reality. My heart picked up in pace, as I started to panic.

I swear to god if I dreamed last night....

Mia's smile grew, and that sassy brow of hers cocked up more. "Are you sure? Because I don't remember you asking?"

I let out a scoff, a half-amused smile crossing my lips as I rolled my eyes at her. She couldn't be serious, right now. "I don't need to ask, you're obviously my girlfriend. We both confessed our feelings for each other, we kissed, you slept in my bed with me, need I go on," I explained, listing off all my points with my fingers.

Mia shrugged, passively. "All those things could technically happen without me being your girlfriend," she answered simply enough.

My eyes narrowed. "Could they now?" I answered. I wished I could say she wasn't succeeding in her quite obvious mission to rile me up, but she was.

I wanted her to admit she was my girlfriend, damn it. She knew as well as I did, that's what she was.

Realizing, I might have to use some gentle persuasion to get her to spit out the words, my lips curved up. I swallowed hard, my eyes grazing purposefully past her lips. "Maybe you just need a gentle reminder," I whispered. Snagging a hold of the back of her waist, I leaned forward to kiss her.

I was stopped halfway there when she placed a quick finger over my lips.

I stared back at her, my brows furrowed and confused.

"Sorry, I've decided to only kiss people I'm dating," she explained daringly, her eyes flashing with something wicked. Then with a little satisfied smile, she rolled off the bed smoothly and skipped off the bathroom before I had enough sense to run after her.

Once the door has closed firmly behind her, I flopped down onto the bed and let out a low frustrated groan.

I could see the words inscribed on my tombstone now. Cause of death: Being teased excessively by Mia Collins.

Feeling even more stubborn than before, I decided then and there, I was going to make sure she gave in first. I'd managed to tease her successfully into my bed tonight, and now I was going to win this.

Sitting up, I climbed quickly out of bed and popped a mint from my bedstand into my mouth. I figured a lack of morning breath, might help my plan go over more smoothly.

Marching over to the bathroom door, I leaned my shoulder against the wall and waited. I was very aware I was still only in my boxers, but I figured, my half-naked state would only increase my odds for success.

It didn't take long before the bathroom door unlocked and Mia excited through the door humming to herself quietly.

At the sight of her, I immediately wrapped my arm around her waist and spun her around before pinning her up against the wall. She let out the cutest of squeals at my action before resting her eyes on mine before her.

Her eyes widened to practically twice their size, as she swallowed harshly, her eyes slowly descending the length of my body.

I stepped closer, caging her in, and placed my hands at a small distance on either side of her head.

Once she met back her eyes, she let out a shaky exhale that drove my mind wild. Suddenly, the confident tease was gone, and she looked flustered, dazed, and well, hot. Very fucking hot.

"Won't kiss me, will you? We'll see about that," I whispered in between a smile.

Then wasting no time, I descended my lips on hers. The sexiest of moans escaped past her lips as I made contact, and I smiled against her lips in triumph as I greedily pressed myself into her. My stomach tied itself into knots as a felt the soft flesh of her body press into mine.

It didn't take anything longer than a nanosecond until she softened in my arms and started kissing me back, clearly giving up any hope of resisting.

I kept each movement of my lips long, and slow, wanting to savour her and drive home the point that she was mine. Only mine. My heart raced and soared for every movement, loving how good she felt. How right.

All resistance forgotten, Mia soon wrapped her arms around my bare back, and desperately clung onto me, stirring me on.

Letting out a low groan, my mind fogged over in desire, and grabbing a hold of the backs of her thighs, I hoisted her up quickly into my arms and pressed her even harder into the wall.

Kissing her rough and hungry, my hand slid underneath the hem of her top so I could run my fingers up and down the length of her bare back. Mia shuddered at my action, and a smile broke through my lips.

Unable to help myself, I traced my fingers in a slow trail up the side of her ribcage and up to her chest where I teasingly, and slowly slid my fingers underneath the cup of her bra to tease her. A small groan escaped past Mia's lips that sounded like music to my ears, and she curved her back, pressing her chest into mine in a far too distracting way.

"Guys, what's taking you....HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" We heard a deep voice shriek.

Both of us jumped back in shock and broke apart to see what had happened. I found myself to my annoyance to be staring back into the eyes of my very annoying, yet very traumatised-looking friend Lucas.

A muscle in my jaw rolled over in annoyance, realizing one of the best make-outs of my life was once again being interrupted.

"Shit, Ethan, put me down, put me down," Mia hissed frantically under her breath as she frantically tapped my chest.

Noticing I was still carrying her, I let out a heavy sigh, and reluctantly slid her down my body and onto the floor.

I snapped my head towards Lucas in annoyance. "You better have a good fucking reason for cock blocking me," I snapped, feeling too pissed off to be polite.

Lucas scoffed with laughter. "I don't give a toss about that. All I care about is my fucking eyes. Jesus Christ I wasn't prepared for that," Lucas cried as he clutched his eyes over his hands like she was physically hurt.

I rolled my eyes at his dramatics and bit back saying something rude.

"And put on some fucking clothes, man! Why the hell are your boxers so low? Scratch that I don't even want to know. I just came in here to tell you the coach leaves in fifteen minutes, so maybe you guys should focus a little more of your attention on packing and less on trying to make the next generation of Blyth's."

I wanted to yell back that I couldn't exactly make the next generation of Blythe's if my idiot friend keeps barging in without notice, but I decided that might not be the smartest thing to say in front of Mia.

As forward as I was, even I know, announcing you want someone to have your babies after less than twenty-four hours of dating was a little too much.

With one final judgmental look towards us, Lucas stormed out of the room while muttering a series of Eww's under his breath.

As the door closed behind him, an awkward silence filled the air.

"Well, that was humiliating," Mia finally mumbled, her cheeks now glowing a furious red.

"Yeah, and mood-killing," I snapped bitterly.

Suddenly remembering what just took place, I turned to her slowly, a small smirk working its way onto my face. Correction, a smug smile.

"What happened to you not kissing me, huh? I believe you broke your own rule there unless, of course, you finally want to admit that I'm your boyfriend after all," I said, as I stepped towards her cockily.

Mia's eyes narrowed, a hint of a smile resting on her lips." Shut up. It was just a simple moment of weakness. It won't be happening again," she stated confidently.

I plucked up an amused brow, knowing she and I both knew that wasn't true.

"Now hurry up and go get changed," she said as she pushed me towards the direction of my bag.

I chuckled, and for the sake of her, listened. "Okay, fine, whatever, but we'll pick this up later," I said smugly.

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