My eyes slowly open to the sun shining through the window. As I become more and more awake I become aware of my surroundings. I lift my head up to see that my head was on Soyers chest, He's still asleep. I try to sit up but his arms are wrapped around me.

        I watch him sleep for a bit. But after a few minutes I decide to wake him up. I try to shift upwards as much as I can with him holding me, Causing him to groan in his sleep. I let out a small giggle but then my whole body goes stiff.

      I feel something on my butt. I reach my hand down to move it but when I touch it my eyes go wide. Soyers hand... is on my butt. 

      "S-soyer" I say quietly, trying to wake him up. I nudge his chest a bit. he doesn't wake up at all. while I'm busy trying to wake him up his hand moves further into the back of my upper thighs, causing me to let out a surprised screech. This made him wake up and he looks side to side and then at me.

     "What's wrong princess?" he says in his morning voice. I bite my lip and hide my face into his chest in embarrassment.

      "Y-your hand..." I mumble just loud enough for him to hear. And when he realizes he yanks his hand away.

       "Shit, I'm so sorry" he says sitting up but keeping me in his lap. He looks at me and I look away.

        I blush at the thought of his hand so close to my.... Nevermind. I shake the thought out of my head.  "Are you okay?" he asks looking down at me.

        I look at him and bite my lip. the simple touch sent shivers down my back when he did it.

       I look down at our laps in embarrassment. When I look back at him he's staring at my shoulder, I look to see what he was looking at and it turns out that My shirt fell off the side my shoulder, making my bra show a little.

      I furrowed my eyebrows and look at him. He licks his lips as he stares, until he notices me staring at him curiously. He clears his throat and yanks my shirt in place before standing up in a rush. "I'll make breakfast" he says walking away without looking at me again.

      While he walks away I sigh and pick up the book from last night. I look at the detailed cover and run my finger over the design in a bored way, I turn my head and look in the kitchen curiously. wasn't much to see, just Soyer cooking some pancakes and bacon.

     I place the book down on the coffee table in front of me and get up from the couch, walking out the living room and into the kitchen. I take a seat on one of the stools and watch him cook. "Do you like cooking?" I ask crossing my arms over the table.

     "I guess" he says in a bored tone. I focus my gaze away from him.

      Was I being annoying?

      He puts all the food onto plates and then places the forks on the plates. I sit up and wait for him to hand me my plate, except... he put it in the middle of the table making me reach for it myself. It's not like I'm bothered by it... it's the look he has on his face. It has uninterested written all over it.

      Was it wrong for me to expect him to give it too me? Am I being to invasive? he probably wants me to leave.

    Of course the worst thoughts come to my head first. I look at him sit down in the seat opposite to me.

     He doesn't even look at me.

     He's tired of you

     No.... I can't let my inner thoughts assume things. Maybe he's grumpy when he wakes up in the morning.

    Or maybe he hates you.

  I drop my fork onto my plate accidentally. I look down letting my hair cover my eyes as I shakily pick up my fork. The table is at an awkward silence. I wish he would talk to me.

   We finish eating our food in an awkward silence and he gets the plates and puts them in the sink, running hot water over them.

    "May I have some water?" I ask breaking the silence. But he doesn't... he doesn't say a thing and just pours some water into a glass and slides it across the table to me.

     I take a sip of my water and watch him as he washes the dirty dishes. I watch him grab hold of a plate in hid hands. His knuckles turning white from holding the plate too tightly. Is he... Mad?... Frustrated? did I do something wrong?

     I hear a crack and look back at the plate in his hands as it breaks. "ah... fuck" I hear him groan under his breath. he turns around with the broken pieces in his hands and throws them away roughly.

     I take a sip of my water and try to speak again. "Why are you avoiding me?" I say in a calm tone.

     "I'm not, Delaney" he says taking me be suprise. he's lying though. he's making it too obvious..

      "You are, Soyer" I say mocking the way he said it.

       "No I'm not, just leave it be" He says slamming a cup down into the sink.

       "No, Tell me why you are ignoring me! What did I do? tell me" I say standing up and practically yelling.

        "Delaney, I said I'm not so just shut up already!" He shouts back. I'd be lying if I said it didn't scare me. hell, I've been scared the moment I realized he was ignoring me. I was scared thinking he had gotten tired of me.

         He's going to abandon you like the rest.

     I feel a tear leak out of my face. "No, What did I do wrong this time!" I shout in anger and sadness.

         It's your fault, he gave you a little attention and you suddenly thought you're important.

         "It doesn't concern you Delaney, I'm the problem" He says staring down at me.

          I begin to sob. "Then why are you taking it out on me?! Just tell me because there is nothing wrong with you!" I shout out with sobs coming afterwards.

          "It's the way you make me feel damnit. Other girls just throw themselves at me. But you... You could do nothing and it would affect me. Hell, every little thing you do has an affect on me. I'm scared one day I'm going to mess things up. I'm tired of feeling like I'm A animal that has to restrain itself!" He says in frustration.

      I look down at the floor. "Then don't" I say simply.

       He stares at me and after a few minutes he just scoffs. "You don't know what you're saying Delaney" He says taking a step closer to me.  I feel the anger boiling up. I can't lose him now.

     I stop my foot on the ground. "I said then don't, God damnit!" I yell letting all my anger out.

     When I look up to see his face his hands reaches out to grab the sides of my neck and he smashes his lips into mine.

     I'm a bit surprised but I kiss back nonetheless. His hands travel down my body landing on my waist. He picks me up and sets me on the counter, never breaking the kiss. I feel his tongue across my bottom lip begging for entrance. I obliged and let his tongue explore my mouth as my arms wrap around his neck and my hands clasp onto his hair.

      I feel his hand leave my waist and go up to my neck, wrapping his hand around it softly.

      He breaks away from the kiss but it doesn't take him long to find my neck and kiss up and down my neck, leaving bite marks as I breath into his ear heavily. My hands clasping onto his shirt.

      He leaves the last bite mark and backs away, examining his work. Then he looks at me breathing heavily. He smiles and then leans his forehead against my shoulder.

      "Get your things, I'm taking you home"

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     A/N: Ahehehe.... y'all, I apologize for this cringe fest, this is like my second time writing a kiss scene. djjsjs But anywayssss.
   So I noticed my book has over 8k read and um. What the hell? Thank you all so so so muchhhh 😭😭😭😭 I- I can't I'm- I love you all so muchhh. jssjjs
Okay okay, I'm calm.
Do you guys have anything planned for Thanksgiving? :) if so what is it? If you don't that's fine, I hope you have a good day regardless 💖💖💖💖