Feeling the warm rays of sunlight on my face, I let out a tired groan and started to stir awake. I squinted open my eyes and took in the sight of the cabin room around me. My eyes briefly glancing over my abandoned bed from the night before.

I had slept extremely well after going to Ethan's bed, which was strange because I assumed I would sleep worse with someone else beside me. He just made me feel so comfortable and safe, and he seemed to make every worry in my head disappear.

I breathed in deeply, loving how much the bed smelled like him. I know it was kind of creepy, but I couldn't help it, he had such a sexily intoxicating smell.

I smiled, as I noticed his chin still rested in the crook of my neck, and his arms still wrapped tightly around me.

Wait a fucking second...

His hands were no longer in the same position as they were last night. They had migrated themselves north.

Very north.

I slowly glance down, and my suspicions were correct.

The cheeky little bastard had moved one of his hands, so it was now cupped around one of my breasts.

What was with this guy at boob cuddling? It was becoming a real trend with him.

I couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose or if it was just a subconscious thing he did in his sleep.

With a sigh, I reached for my phone on the bedside table to check the time. It was 8 AM. The coaches were going to be leaving at 9, so I knew it was time for me to get up.

I tried to sit up, but Ethan seemed to have other plans. He groaned in frustration and pulled me back against his body.

"Where the hell are you going?" he mumbled in his gruff morning voice. The vibration of his voice tickled the back of my neck. It was a mystery how he managed to sound so sexy this early in the fricking morning.

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

"It's fine, we can get ready in half an hour," he said dismissively, not loosening the tight hold he had on my body.

"Well, maybe you can, but I don't want to be in a rush. So, can you just let me go?" I snapped in irritation as I tried to pull at his arms.

"Sorry, no can do Chubs, I like sleeping with you, it's comfy," he argued in a sleepy, as though this was a good enough reason to keep me hostage.

"Well, can you at least explain to me why one of your hands has migrated to my boob?" I asked in accusation.

Ethan went silent, and I felt his body freeze up behind me. "Because it's comfy?" he answered nervously.

"Nice try, Ethan," I snapped drily.

"It was worth a shot," he murmured nonchalantly, not sounding nearly as guilty as he should.

"I knew you were doing it on purpose, you're such a pervert," I muttered as I shook my head at him in disapproval.

"How am I being a pervert? You're my girlfriend now, remember?" he stated proudly.

I swiveled around in his arms, so I was face to face with him. Resting my elbow against the cushion, I propped my head up. "I'm your girlfriend, am I?" I questioned, deciding to bully him.

He gave me a weird look before sitting up slightly so he could look at me better. "Err...yes obviously," he stated with a confused look on his face.

"Are you sure? Because I don't remember you asking," I teased, as a wide grin stretched out on to my face.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes at me. "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," he said as he listed off all the reasons on his fingers.

"All those things could technically happen without me being your girlfriend," I shrugged.

"Could they now?" he said looking far from amused.

"Maybe you just needle a gentle reminder," he whispered suggestively, as he leaned forward to kiss me.

I stopped him by placing a finger on his lips. "Sorry, I've decided to only kiss people I'm dating," I smirked.

And with that final word, I rolled off the bed and skipped over to the bathroom, leaving him stranded on the bed. That's what the bastard deserves for teasing me last night.

After I was done, I exited the door of the bathroom. I hummed happily to myself before I let out a scream in surprise as I felt arms wrap themselves around my waist and pin me up against the wall.

Ethan stood before me cockily, still half-naked, attired in only his boxers. His extremely low hanging boxer short, may I add. I gulped as I noticed he had caged me in, and his arms rested on either side of my head.

"Won't kiss me, will you? We'll see about that," he whispered roughly, so his minty breath fanned all across my face.

He descended his mouth onto mine, eliciting a moan of surprise from me. His mouth moved greedily against mine, causing me to give up all resistance and kiss him back; hard.

I wrapped my arms around the bare skin of his back and desperately clung to it as he hoisted me effortlessly up into his arms. He gripped the back of my thighs possessively, and I wrapped my legs tightly around him, trapping him against me.

His kisses were rough and hungry as though he was trying to make a point about who I belonged to. Soon, I felt his hands dip under the hem of my top and slither up the length of my bare back. I involuntarily shuddered.

His fingers traced ever so lightly underneath the cup of my bra, eliciting a small carnal groan from me. He smirked against my lips and he used that opportunity to coax my already open lips further apart. He slid his tongue into my mouth and deepened the kiss even further.

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

Both of us jumped in shock and broke apart to see who had just come in. I found myself staring back at a very surprised, and borderline traumatized looking Lucas.

"Shit, Ethan, put me down, put me down," I hissed as I patted at Ethan's chest frantically, in desperation to get down. I felt so embarrassed, we probably looked like two crazed horn dogs.

Ethan groaned but reluctantly put me down. From the look of Ethan's face, he didn't seem at all impressed by the interruption.

He snapped his face towards Lucas. "You better have a good fucking reason for cock blocking me," Ethan spat. I was taken aback by how pissed he sounded because boy, did he sound mad.

Lucas scoffed, "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 hands over his eyes as though they physically hurt.

"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 is 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 Blythe's," Lucas commented flatly.

With one final judgmental look towards us, he stormed out of our room, muttering a series of eww's under his breath.

As the door closed behind him, an awkward silence filled the air. Neither of us knew exactly what to say after Lucas' little outburst.

"Well, that was humiliating," I groaned, as I ran a hand through my messy bed hair.

"Yeah, and moody killing," Ethan muttered bitterly.

He suddenly looked down at me as though remembering something, and a slow smirk crept on to his face.

"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," he said with an incredibly cocky grin.

I narrowed my eyes, "Shut up. It was just a simple moment of weakness. It won't be happening again," I stated confidently.

"Now hurry up and go get changed," I said as I pushed him in the direction of his bag.

"Okay fine, whatever, but we'll pick this up later," he smirked.

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