"Don't judge my bangs. My mom made me do it." I say. 

"It's cute." He says, biting back a laugh.

"Asshole." I murmur. 

"Wait... In the photo you're wearing..." He says trailing off.

My eyes widen when I realize I'm wearing my bracelet in that picture. "I can explain." I say. 

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Passionate Strings

I slowly open my eyes, and try to turn to my left. I feel a weight on my side, and immediately open my eyes. I see Sylvester is asleep in my arms, and grin like an idiot. 


He stirs and lifts his head up. "Well good morning babe." He says in a husky voice. Damn... I'm not even mad he said babe. 


"Not really since you're still here." I sigh, untangling our legs. 


He laughs half awake, and repositions himself to my side. Then he pulls me into his chest, and I ask, "Are you cold?" 


"I'm always cold in the morning. But I know something we could do to stay warm..." He teases. I smack the side of his arm, and he just laughs. 


"I don't want to move, stay in my arms." He mumbles into the pillow. 


"I could make us breakfast and then bring it to you." I offer. 


I laugh and he sits up. "What would you like for breakfast?" He asks, rubbing his eyes. 


Chapter 18: I Still Don't Like You