Page 69 of Greased

It's only minutes before her body starts to get heavy. I kiss the top of her head but don’t move as I suck in the faint scent of her shampoo.

Home.

She feels like home.

“My girl,” I whisper before sleep pulls me under along with her.

The blaring sound of my alarm wakes me from my slumber. I attempt to roll over to smash the fucking thing but a heavy arm draped around my middle stops me. I startle, my tired brain not having caught up to last night's events just yet.

I turn my head and come face to face with a sleeping god.

Pike.

The memories of last night come rushing back in.

The way he owned my body. The way he began to slowly pick up the fragile pieces of my broken heart and slowly mend them with his words.

God, does he know how to use his words.

Typically, it's hard to find a man that is actually comfortable to air his feelings. It took years for me to weasel my way under Noah’s defences and get him to finally talk to me. To be fair, that was for a good reason.

But the way Pike was able to slowly fix the damage he caused all those months ago has changed something in me. I hold onto his promises like they are a life raft. Everything has been chaotic these past few months. When I had finally thought I could move on and heal after months of heartache, yet another load gets thrown on my shoulders. Clinging onto something that feels right is what I need right now.

I should know better than to trust Pike. After all, his words could very well be empty again. But something tells me that won't be the case this time.

I can see it in his eyes.

That heartbreak that is all but reflected in mine.

I need him. I need him like I need air to breathe. And after his confession last night, I know that he needs me just as desperately.

I try to wiggle myself around so that I can face Pike without waking him but his eyes pop open just as I finally roll over. His hold tightens on me slightly as he ensures there’s not a single centimetre of space between us.

“Morning,” he smiles as he blinks his eyes a few times to adjust to the morning light. His voice is a hoarse rumble still laced with sleep.

My insides tighten at the sound. God, he sounds like one of those spicy audiobook narrators Grace has forced me to listen to. Not that I am complaining for a single moment. The sound is fucking music to my ears.

I finally shake myself out of my stupor, thankful that Pike is still half asleep and none the wiser to my near meltdown over the sound of his voice in the morning.

“Morning,” I whisper.

“Sorry that I stayed over. I could say that I was scared to walk out and face the music again with your brother but honestly, there was nothing that was going to make me walk out of here and leave you looking like that.”

I chuckle, moving my hands up to rest on his naked chest. “I’m glad you didn’t go. Last night was everything.” I admit without a single ounce of hesitation.

I know it wouldn’t have been easy for him to be so open and honest with me so I give him a little piece of myself in return.

His smile brightens the room, “I’m so glad, Scar. I meant every single thing I said last night. You are my girl. I want you in any capacity that you will have me. I know it's soon. I know that you have only just returned home and had this whole part of your life thrown back at you but I want to be here every step of the way. For the good, the bad and the ugly.”

I nod attempting to fight a smile but failing as it slowly spreads across my lips, “Baby steps?”

“Baby steps.” Pike smiles as he brings his lips down on mine.

I hesitate pushing him back slightly, “Morning breath,” I murmur, covering my mouth to stop him from being able to get any closer.

Pike pulls me closer towards him pulling my hands away from my mouth, he closes the distance between us leaving only a gap between our mouths. I force myself to not breathe, feeling self-conscious at how close he is and the fact that at this distance, he will be able to smell my morning breath.

“I don’t give a fuck about morning breath, Scarlett. Every fucking inch of you is perfect,” he says before his lips latch onto mine. I melt into his kiss as he licks my lips. I open, allowing our tongues to exploreeach other. My body takes control of the moment and I roll into him feeling every inch of his nakedness. I moan as I feel his hard length press into my stomach.

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