| Nathan |

I take a deep breath as I roll over in bed, my heart still beating fast and Isabella laughs lightly next to me. I grin to myself. God, I was addicted to this girl and I couldn't even explain why. I look over to her as she looks at me, shifting to her side in bed, still fully naked. I loved looking at her when she was bare, there was something . . . mesmerizing about it.

"You're so beautiful." I murmur, reaching out to her and pulling her body closer to mine. It was such a natural movement I barely even thought twice about it but she looked a little surprised. I was surprised too to be honest, I had never been this way with a girl. Something about her made it normal though.

She gasps lightly, running her soft hands over my jaw and up into my hair. She kisses me, not like her feverish movements before, but calm and gentle.

I grin into the kiss, breaking off from her lips and trailing down her neck, lingering there before I pull back a little.

"You should sleep." She says lightly, looking at me in a way I didn't recognize.

"Why? When we could keep going?" I ask, grinning and shifting my body over hers, pushing her back into the bed. She gasps a little , laughing as I kiss her neck. I feel her hands tighten in my hair and it nearly makes me groan. I'd never been like this with someone, everything about being with Isabella was better. Kissing, actually letting her touch me, actually touching her. The sex was . . . was so fucking good.

"Nathan." She hums lightly as I kiss down her chest. She sighs as my hands explore her body. I liked knowing I made her feel good.

It scared me at moments how . . . I felt when I was with her. When she finally made me admit I even felt something, it kept coming back to me. But I had to push those thoughts away, I just wanted to be with her in the moment. Otherwise it meant something much more and I wasn't ready for that.

"Yes baby." I mutter, coaxing her on. I look up to see her eyes shut and her head tilted back. The sight was almost too much for me.

I stop my movements and she whines a little, opening her eyes to look at me. I grin.

"Why did you stop?" She asks, pouting.

"Oh, like you said, I need sleep." I say laughing as I roll off her and she laughs too.

"Asshole." She mutters but then she sits up, looking determined. I felt surprised she was able to recover so quickly, I'd hoped I could have convinced her to have sex again but something in her smile told me otherwise.

"Roll on to your back." She says, commanding. I frown a little.

"Why?"

"Just trust me." She says, laughing a little and I sigh. I roll over and she climbs onto me, straddling my lower back.

"Woah, what are you doing?" I ask her, chuckling and she punches my arm lightly.

"Shut up and listen to me." She commands. "I am going to make you fall asleep."

I resist the urge to laugh at that. She should know by now sleeping was the worst part of my day. Even when I spent the night at her place, I didn't sleep much. I just can't do it.

"Okay." I say skeptically.

Her fingers begin to run down my back gently, in slow motions. She alternates between this and actually massaging my shoulders. I have to fight hard the first few moments to push her off me, and I know she can feel how tense I am. I'm not used to people touching me this way.

"My mom used to do this for me when I was little and couldn't sleep." She says quietly. "Okay, I know it's going to sound silly, but close your eyes and breathe deeply. Imagine your body sinking into the mattress."

I laugh this time and she punches me again.

"That is silly." I say, still laughing. "Really strange actually."

"Come on, just try it." She says, still running her fingers down my back. I sigh deeply and close my eyes. This wasn't going to work.

We stay this way for a while, and she's silent, completely focused on her movements. I did feel very relaxed, my back and shoulders had never felt so . . . loose.

Slowly, my eyes started to feel heavier and heavier. And I felt myself actually falling asleep. But then I'd realized it was working and I'd wake up again.

"How long have we been doing this?" I ask, my words sounded a little fuzzy.

"Not that long." She says, laughing a little.

I yawn.

"You know I was thinking . . ." I start saying but then I realize I have no idea where that sentence was going. I've completely forgotten what I was going to say.

And then, I fell asleep.

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The next morning I wake up slowly, the first thing I register is a warm breeze blowing across my face. My bed and my room feel warmer than usual. I sigh a little, my eyes still closed. My body felt very relaxed, and for a moment I thought I could continue laying here like this for a while.

I begin feeling around for Isabella but open my eyes when I can't find her. And then I realize the bed is empty.

I stretch my arms above my head, shifting a little as I look around the room. She must still be here because I see her cloths still scattered around my bedroom. I look over and see that the curtains, which usually are always drawn across the tall windows facing my bed, are open. The window is also cracked, letting the late summer air into the room.

Then it occurs to me how good I feel. I can only think of describing it was well-rested. Which sounds strange. I glance over at my alarm clock and my eyes widen.

11:38

The numbers blinked back at me in blue numbers, as thought they were taunting me. I hadn't slept in for years now. This entire thing was beginning to feel very strange.

But the second Isabella walks into the room, my button-down shirt on her body, coming to just mid thigh on her, I nearly lose it. Any 'strangeness' from before vanished and all I wanted was to take her back to bed. She smiles when she sees I'm awake and she's carrying a tray with breakfast on it.

What the fuck did this girl do to me? I felt something inside me, and I didn't know what to do about it.

"Good Morning." She says, setting the tray down on the night stand and sitting next to me on the bed. I smile back at her. "I made breakfast."

"Morning." I mutter, my voice cracking a little. I look over to the tray which has fruit, pancakes and glasses of orange juice on it, among a few other things.

"You made that?" I ask and she nods. I grin. "I can't wait to eat it."

"How'd you sleep?" She asks, and I shake my head slightly.

"I think you know how well I slept." I say and she giggles a little. I grab her waist and pull her to me, her legs settling on either side of my hips.

"I'm glad, you did sleep for a very long time." She says gently and I smile. Then she kisses me, softly, sweetly. But seeing her in my shirt makes me want more.

It isn't long before she's moving against me, moaning softly and my lips move against that sweet spot right behind her ear. She gasps as I flip her over, rolling on top of her and I slowly begging to unbutton the shirt.

"You like me wearing this?" She asks, her voice breathy and light.

"Hmm you have no idea." I murmur, my voice low. She grins mischievously as I get the shirt off her and stare down at her naked body. I lean down over her, kissing her skin. I run my hands over her soft breasts, moaning a little as I press my lips to hers again.

"So fucking hot." I whisper.

She gasps, grasping my hair.

"I need you." She answers me, the strain in her voice apparent. I groan at that. I know she can feel me against her thigh, and I want her more than ever now. I reach over to my night stand, and fumble around for a condom.

We end up lying there together after, gasping and recovering from our highs. My whole body is still tingling as I shift and lay next to her, pulling her against me.

"God . . ." She says.

"I know." I mutter.

She turns and lays her hand against my chest, curling into me. Thank fucking god it's Saturday. I think. I get to spend all day in bed with her.

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Hello friends!

I know it's been a while since I've updated but that's going to change! I've recently had sometime free up and I finished my plans for this story, so exciting things are going to come! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Tell me what you thought!

- Keara Rose