Becca

I woke up in a bed that wasn't my own. I stared at the grey sheets in confusion, wondering what happened to my light yellow ones. My eyes roamed around the room, taking in the minimal black furniture that decorated the large space. The room looked unlived in, unlike my own where books and random objects covered every surface.

Where am I? My head struggled to answer this simple question. The answer seemed obvious, hovering at the front of my mind but slipping backwards before I could grab onto it.

I turned around quickly and my arm smacked into something, no someone, and I shrieked. My hands flew to my mouth, heat rising to my cheeks when I realized the person beside me was Brett.

"This isn't going to work out if you scream every morning," he mumbled, his voice low and deep in its sleepy state.

Your boyfriend, my mind reminded me.

He opened one eye and stared at me, his mouth turning up into a lopsided grin at my frazzled state. I stared back at him frozen, my eyes wide in shock and my cheeks hot in embarrassment.

"I...I forgot..." I trailed off, rolling onto my stomach and burying my head in my pillow, blocking my face from his view.

I could hear him laughing beside me, then felt his lips press into the top of my head.

"I didn't think I was that forgettable," he mumbled into my hair. I groaned at his comment, wanting to sink into the bed and never wake up.

I could feel Brett wrap his arm around my waist, gently pulling me to him. His fingers grazed the bare skin on my hip from where my t-shirt rod up while I was asleep. I felt it tingle under his touch, like every nerve in my body suddenly flew to that one spot. He then rested his head on the middle of my back, nestling his head into my body until he was comfortable. I stayed deathly still, unsure what to do with myself. A minute later he began to snore softly.

He fell asleep on top of me. His weight pinning my body down and making it impossible to move without waking him. I slowly turned my head to the side and lifted my chin up, trying to catch a glimpse of a clock. Red numbers glowed on the nightstand on Brett's side of the bed, it was seven-thirty in the morning.

"Brett," I whispered quickly, reaching my hand around my back blindly and awkwardly patting his head. "Get up or we'll be late for class."

I waited for him to answer. One second passed. Then two. No response. He was still snoring softly.

I contemplated my two options: wake up Brett and make it to class on time or let him sleep a little longer and go to first period late. I pondered the two and reluctantly decided on the first. I wasn't one to go to class late and I wasn't going to start changing my habits because I have a boyfriend now.

Boyfriend. The guy sleeping on my back and preventing me from moving.

I wiggled to my left, inching closer to the edge of the bed slowly, hoping that Brett's head would sort of move off my back and plop onto the bed without waking him up. I could feel Brett's head slowly slide off my back the further I got from him, until I was free of his grasp.

I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly rolled over so that I was laying on my back. I paused for a moment and watched Brett sleep, he looked at peace. Him laying there on the grey sheets, hair tousled slightly, stubble dotting his jaw and his muscular arms exposed from his t-shirt, I could imagine myself waking up to this every single morning.

Just as I was about to pull off the covers and get off the bed, Brett opened his eyes.

"Going somewhere?" He asked before smiling wickedly and reaching out, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me to him. I shrieked in surprise, laughing as he held me tightly to his chest, caging me in his strong arms.

"How'd you sleep?" He murmured into my hair.

"Perfectly. You?" I asked, tilting my head up to stare at him.

"Debatably the best night's sleep of my entire life," he said easily, his blue eyes soft as he smiled down at me. "I had a dream about you."

"You did?" I asked eagerly. He chuckled and nodded, running one of his hands through my hair. "What was it about?"

Brett smiled at me, a naughty glint in his eyes making me regret ever asking that.

"It's probably best if I don't say," he teased, making heat rise to my cheeks as I imagined the worst. "I need to shower," Brett declared as he began to sit up. I quickly moved off his chest and he got off the bed, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. The hem of his t-shirt rode up, exposing his defined V-lines and toned stomach. I couldn't help but stare at him.

When I met his gaze, he winked at me. "Like what you see?"

"Stop," I mumbled, pulling the blanket over my head and covering my face. The way he stared at me sometimes made me wonder what was running through his mind, making me feel embarrassed and giddy at the same time.

He gently pulled down the covers and exposed my head, smiling as he leaned down to kiss me.

My heart fluttered as his lips met mine, still not used to the magnitude of emotions that surged through me every time we touched.

"Go shower," I giggled as Brett began to kiss my neck. "We're going to be late for class."

I pulled back reluctantly after a moment and he kissed the tip of my nose, making me smile.

"Fine," he sighed, kissing me one last time before he walked away and disappeared into the bathroom.

A second later, his head peeked out and he silently stared at me.

"What is it?" I asked.

"This shower is big enough for two people, Becca." He said flirtatiously, watching me with a look in his eyes, a dangerous one.

I rolled my eyes at him, trying to remain calm and not show how uneasy I felt.

"In your dreams!" I called out, making him chuckle.

"You just answered your own question, babe." He said simply, leaning against the bathroom door with his arms crossed over his chest.

I couldn't help but frown in confusion. "What?" I asked.

"When you asked me earlier what I dreamt about last night..." He trailed off and winked at me before turning around and retreating into the bathroom once more.

My eyes widened as I understood what he meant. He dreamt about us in the shower.

I swallowed loudly, thankful that Brett was out of sight so he didn't have to see the look of horror on my face. His words got me thinking about just how...experienced he was.

He was my boyfriend now, I should know these sorts of things. Right?

I knew that Brett was experienced, I wasn't dumb. There wasn't one part of me that thought he was a virgin like myself. But still, the question burned in my head and I had to ask him before I imagined the worst.

I heard the groan of the water turning on, then the steady stream as Brett took a shower. I forced myself out of the warm bed and stood up, my feet sinking into the cozy carpet that decorated the floor. I stretched my arms over my chest and Brett's t-shirt rod up, exposing my bare legs. I quickly pulled the shirt down and looked around for my clothes. When I spotted them on the dresser, I put my jeans on quickly to cover my legs.

We'd would have to stop by my apartment on the way so I could grab my uniform. I glanced down at my hand and noticed the cut, now covered with a white bandage. Last night was so perfect that I had momentarily forgotten about my mother and the entire reason I spent the night with Brett.

The sadness began to weigh down on my heart and I locked it in the depths of my mind, not wanting to ruin the blissful state I was in with Brett.

My stomach growled loudly, guiding me into the kitchen to roam the cupboards for food. Brett's fridge had barely anything inside. I grabbed the cartoon of milk and a box of cereal and poured a bowl, making myself comfortable on one of the stools in front of the breakfast bar.

I was munching away happily when I heard the water shut off and the door to the bathroom open. A minute later, Brett walked into the kitchen. I turned my head to look at him and nearly choked on my cereal. He was wearing only jeans, a shirt slung over his bare shoulder as he ran a towel through his messy, wet hair. Water droplets trailed down his bare chest, soaking into the band of his jeans riding low on his waist.

"You made me breakfast?" He asked, smiling widely as he made his way over to me.

"I...what?" I said dumbly with the spoon hanging out of my mouth. The smell of his clean skin and the sight of his bare chest was clouding my mind, making it hard for me to focus on what he was saying. I blinked rapidly to clear my head.

Brett laughed at my frazzled expression and put his shirt on, making me sigh in relief. He stood in front of me and plucked the bowl of cereal out of my hand and the spoon out of my mouth and took a bite, eating happily and completely unaware of the effect he had on me.

He watched me for a moment, his eyebrows drawing downwards in confusion. "Are you alright, Becs?" I nodded slowly in response.

"You're just...distracting. That's all."

"I'll try to keep the nudity to a minimum from now on." He smirked at me, amused. Wink.

I couldn't help myself anymore. I wrapped my legs around his and pulled him to me. The last thing I saw were his eyes widen in surprise before his face was pressed against mine, our mouths locked onto each other's. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I trailed my hands along his back, feeling the hard lines of his muscles even through his t-shirt.

I felt Brett smile against my lips before he pulled back slightly. I couldn't help but smile in response at the look on his face, it made my heart melt.

"Screw school. Let's spend the entire day here," he whispered quietly, his fingers stroking my cheek.

I smiled against his hand, resting my head in his palm. "I wish," I said simply, kissing him quickly before I got up from the stool.

"We have to go by my place so I can get changed," I told him, taking the cereal bowl and spoon to the sink just to have something to do so I wouldn't kiss him again. His offer to skip school was tempting and I wasn't sure if I could refuse it a second time.

I turned on the tap and began to clean the bowl. Brett walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder and sighing. I tilted my head and kissed his cheek, placing the bowl in the dish rack to dry.

"Becca," he began, gently rotating my hips so I turned around and was face to face with him - well, face to chest. He was so tall. "I'm really happy that we're together now," he said softly, smiling at me with a happiness in his eyes that made my heart flutter.

"So am I," I reassured him, placing my palms flat on his chest.

"No regrets?" He asked.

"Well, know that you mentioned it..." I teased, wincing at my joke when I saw his eyes widen in hurt. "I'm joking!" I told him quickly. "No regrets, Brett. None."

He leaned in and kissed me, pulling my hips to his as I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Good," he murmured against my mouth.

I lost myself in him for a moment, the way I always did when he kissed me. His touch ignited a fire within me. Trying to dim the flame was only getting harder each time.

"Brett!" I laughed and pulled back, allowing an inch of space between us. "We need to go to school," I gave him a pointed look and he laughed, rolling his eyes as he reluctantly took a step away from me.

"Did I tell you I'm failing all my classes now?" He said conversationally as we walked out of his room hand-in-hand, locking the door behind us.

I smiled at my hand in his, at these little actions that were now a daily part of our -

What did he just say?

"You're what!?" I yelled in horror once his words sank in. I glared at him angrily as he tossed his head back and laughed. "This isn't funny, Brett! You're failing?"

"Yup. I need you to tutor me in every subject, Becs." He said, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I smacked his arm when it dawned on me that he was just playing around. For a moment I thought he was being serious. Jerk.

"Just think of all the alone time we'll have together..." He trailed off, that naughty look reappearing in his eyes.

"You're horrible," I told him through laughter, pulling him down the hallway and towards the parking lot.

"Maybe, but you love it."

His wording caught me off guard. I was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, I did.

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