'All I want is a place to call my own,

Repair the hearts of everyone who feels alone.'

I wake before Bella; she sleeps peacefully beside me; with her mouth open slightly. My fingers finding their way to trace her soft skin, and as she softly begins to stir; my heart speeds up as she smiles from my fingertips.

Can she sense it's me in her sleep? Does she know it's my touch, and me making her happy?

Her eyes flutter open, "good morning;" she says sleepily.

"Morning," I kiss her lips softly.

My second night of sleeping with Bella, I was definitely becoming more whipped by the day. The way she came on my fingers though...it was enough to give up ever touching another girl. My dick hardens as my mind replays her moans.

I cough. "Coffee?"

"Please," she smiles. "I would go get it, but Anna will be waiting for me."

I chuckle, "it's no big deal, I'll get it. How do you like your coffee?"

She stretches her arms above her head. "Like your eyes," she says softly, but once she realises what she has said; she snaps her head in my direction.

I tilt my head to her, "what?" My heart moving quicker than when she smiled.

She covers her face with her hands, "I didn't mean to say that out loud," she says sheepishly. I pull her hands away from her face, and underneath she is smiling and her cheeks are a light pink. "Dark, with a splash of milk," she says.

"I'm on it," I say before kissing her forehead quickly.

As soon as I press the button on the coffee machine, Anna's door bursts open and she is running into the kitchen with her silver hair in loose strands around her face.

"Oh." She says.

"Morning," I smile.

"I thought you were Bella," she says as she moves pass me to grab her own cup for coffee.

"I know, she sent me to avoid the interrogation."

Anna laughs. "Jokes on her, because now I just get to interrogate you."

"I don't kiss and tell," I say simply.

"So there was kissing then?" Anna has one eyebrow raised.

"I'm sure Bella will fill you in when I leave."

"So leave," she says playfully.

I grab both mine and Bella's coffees. "Only when she tells me to."

I close the door behind me with my foot, before handing Bella her coffee. She sits ups with her pillows behind her. "So?" She asks.

"She wants me to leave so you can tell her how hard you came on my fingers last night." She chokes on her first sip of coffee. The embarrassment returning to her cheeks. "Sorry," I laugh.

She smacks my arm playfully. "Or I could tell her that you came from my hands," she says teasingly.

"I'm already hard just thinking about it."

Her eyes travel down to my hard on pressed against my jeans. Her teeth sinking into her bottom lip is all the encouragement I need to start moving my fingers up her shirt. She quickly moves from my touch, placing her coffee on the nightstand.

"I'm having a shower," she says.

"Even better," I say as I get up to follow her.

"Alone," she smiles playfully at me.

"What- why?" I whine.

"Slow remember?"

"You said not 1800s slow!"

She turns around to face me. "How about I see you again this weekend?" Her light green eyes look up to me.

"Okay," I breathe; completely forgetting about my mission to get in the shower with her.

"I will message you," she presses her lips against mine tenderly before shutting her ensuite door.

I sigh before leaving her room.

"Leaving already?" Anna asks with a smirk. Her back is resting against the kitchen counter as she holds her coffee in both hands.

"She wants to take things slow," I huff.

Anna's smirk turns into a giant grin. "That means she likes you idiot."

"Really?" I ask shocked.

"You've never done the relationship thing before have you?"

"Uhh-"

She bursts out laughing. "I can tell by that horrified look on your face that you haven't."

"We aren't in a relationship," I say. It was the truth; we hadn't discussed anything like that yet.

"Well shithead, let me spell it out for you. She doesn't want to rush things with you and get hurt, if she didn't give a fuck about you, she would fuck you senseless and not care for the consequences."

"Huh," I say. I guess that makes sense.

"See you next time," Anna says with a look in her eyes that says she knows there will be a next time. I knew it too.

"What's with you lately?" Tate asks as we eat lunch together at his work.

"What?" I say confused.

"You haven't talked about going out, or bringing up the fact that I'm a whipped pussy lately."

I shrug, "you are happy with Charlotte."

Tate gives me a what the hell is wrong with you look. "Are you seeing someone?"

"No," I say a little too quickly. "You know me," I add to try and make it more convincing.

"Chasing skirt," Tate says with a disgusted look on his face.

"Don't fucking give me that look shitdick! Wasn't that long ago that you were the same as me."

Tate rolls his eyes. "Thanks for all your help with Jace."

"We are brothers, we always have each other's backs."

"Since we were kids," Tate smiles sadly and I know he is reliving our days in the orphanage together.

"And way into our nineties!" I say dramatically.

Tate laughs. "I fucking hope we aren't all still this fucked up in our nineties."

I throw the rest of my sandwich at him. "I wouldn't hold your breath," I smile.