CAPTIVATE: GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE
This chapter is dedicated to…
Leslie4.0
With shout outs to…
WynniE11
Katy Rose
kissesandcuddles
Sarah
Paramore-Is-A-Band-People
Gaaramaniaca
Nightshadow011
Disclaimed
-Nora Pov-
When I wake up, Patch doesn't have a shirt on. His abs are well defined and tanned. "Like what you see?" he asks sleepily.
My head is resting on his chest, and he plays with my hair. "Always." My voice is husky and he laughs.
"Get up Sweetheart. I'll make you breakfast. Take a shower, get dressed." He thinks for a moment. "Be out in 10 minutes, or I'll come up and help you."
At my shocked gasp, he practically flies out of the room, smirking the whole way. "I'll take as long as I please." I call after him when I can talk.
"Nine minutes, twenty seconds." Is his only reply.
I hear him clanking around in the kitchen as I grab clothes and step into the bathroom. I double-check the lock, twice.
I turn the shower till its extra hot, so hot its painful. And all of the steam fogs every mirror, the glass shower partition and even the air I breathe.
When I turn off the water, I can't see a thing. I feel like I'm in a warm cloud. I wrap myself in a towel and step out of the shower, but I run into a wall. A warm, laughing wall, which wraps his arms around me. "Patch," I growl, hitting his chest, "I locked the door, twice!"
He just laughs low and seductively. "I gave you ten minutes, you took eleven minutes and seven seconds. It was guardian angel duty to make sure you didn't hurt yourself in the shower. Please don't disobey me again, I don't like it." He shoves his head in my hair. "It makes me anxious."
I shrink into his chest. "How did you even get in here?" I ask, trying to ignore the heat his eyes had brought to my cheeks.
"It really wouldn't be a secret if I told you. And does that blush…" he voice turns curious, "does it go down here?" he runs a finger across the top of my towel until he reaches the center of my chest. There he dips a finger into the cavity between my breasts. I gasp and look into his eyes. They're hooded and dark.
"Four minutes," he whispers while I'm still speechless, he removes his finger. "Don't lock your door. I don't like it." And then he leaves.
I shiver again, I'm not sure I like possessive Patch, but he has some appeal. 'Four minutes and forty-five seconds.' Patch's mental voice reminds me.
I gasp and run to my bedroom. I look at my closet. I groan and run to the laundry room because there is nothing to wear. "3 minutes and 14 seconds." Patch calls from the kitchen where I here him cooking.
I sprint back upstairs with a green dress and fat black leather belt. I get it on with seconds to spare.
I open the door to my room and see his face. "Hello, pretty girl, I was just about to get you. Time was almost up." He smirks.
I whack his arm on the way out of my room. But he catches it before I can pull it back. He uses the leverage he has on my arm to pull me to his chest, trapping my arm between our bodies. He loosens my hand only to wrap it around my waist. His other hand tangles in my unruly curls.
His mouth crushes mine with delicious firmness.
I car horn honks from outside. Its Vee, she's the only possibility.
"Damn," his voice is husky, "You better not of caller her." He bites my neck, ever so gently.
He pulls me down the stairs with him and drags me to the door, which is rattling with Vee's vigorous knocking.
"What do you want?" Patch snaps irately. He opens the door and leans against the jam, Vee cant come in, and I cant leave.
When I was getting ready, Patch had pulled on a white button up shirt, but he didn't bother with the buttons. Vee notices, ogling his chest.
"I'm picking Nora up for school," she huffs indignantly. "What are you doing here?" she finally manages to pull her eyes from his gorgeous body.
"Oh Boy," I mutter, poking my head around the door.
"I slept over," Patch smirks, anticipating her response.
She doesn't disappoint. "You bad girl!" she cackles, sounding frighteningly like the wicked witch of the west. "You will give me details."
I smack Patch's chest, ignoring Vee's lazy grin. "Patch!" I cry in mortification. Why would he tell anyone that?
"Well its true." He points out.
"Button your shirt." I snap, "Or you'll give Marcie a heart attack and she'll jump your damn bones."
"That's really tempting," Patch, says thoughtfully, Vee snorts in disbelief, but he's not finished. "We would all love to see her carted away on a gurney."
"Especially if it's on is way to the morgue." Vee sighs longingly.
"Okay, we are all going to school together." I order, herding them out of my house. I get a bad feeling talking about Marcie Miller's death, even jokingly. I mean, I have no love for her, but I don't want her dead.
"But my Harley…" Patch whines, looking over his shoulder to his death-trap vehicle.
"… Will still be here when we get back." I tell him.
"You're evil." He moans, still looking longingly at his motorcycle over his shoulder.
"You didn't let me shower in peace," I whine, sounding just as petulant.
"You locked the door, it wasn't nice. I like the thought of you naked and wet."
I flush all colors of red. "But you still managed to get in the bathroom."
"Yah, but I couldn't see you, the room was too steamy." He flashed me his pirate smile, then crushes me to his chest.
Vee whistles," ohhh that's not all that's steamy."
I push both of them into Vee's car.
I get into the cars backseat and rest my head on the window, I can already tell today is going to be a bad day.
Patch and Vee bicker all the way to school.
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