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I heard Iz's door creak open before I saw her.

It was early too early for her, at least. She was never a morning person, and judging by the way she dragged herself out of her room, she wasn't about to change that anytime soon. Her hoodie was hanging off one shoulder, her sweatpants were too long, and her hair was a complete mess.

She looked adorable.

I barely let her take two steps before I was moving.

She blinked up at me, still half-asleep, as I closed the space between us. "Morning—" she started, voice raspy with sleep.

I didn't let her finish.

I cupped her face and kissed her, slow and sure, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Because at this point, it kind of was.

Iz made a surprised sound against my lips, but she didn't pull away. If anything, she melted into me, her fingers gripping the front of my hoodie to steady herself. I slid a hand down to her waist, pulling her closer, swallowing the tiny sigh she let out.

Yeah. Yeah. This was exactly how I wanted to start the morning.

Her body relaxed against mine, warm and soft, her hands fisting the fabric of my hoodie like she didn't want to let go. I deepened the kiss slightly, taking my time, savoring the way she felt in my arms.

When I finally pulled back, she stayed close, her forehead resting against my chest, her breath warm against my skin.

"You could've at least let me wake up first," she mumbled, but the way she was smiling completely ruined her attempt at sounding annoyed.

I smirked, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "You looked too cute to wait."

She groaned, shoving at my chest, but I caught her wrist before she could escape, pulling her back in. "C'mon," I murmured, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. "You love it."

Iz huffed, but her fingers curled into my hoodie again, keeping me close.

The day passed in a blur of teasing, stolen glances, and Iz pretending she wasn't just as into this as I was. Every time I so much as touched her brushing my fingers over hers when I passed her a drink, resting my hand on her lower back as I walked by she'd roll her eyes, but she never moved away.

And that told me everything I needed to know.

Now, we were sprawled out on the couch, her head resting on my chest, my fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. The TV was on, playing some random show neither of us were paying attention to. The only thing I was focused on was her.

She shifted slightly, her fingers tapping idly against my stomach, and even that tiny movement sent a spark through me. It had been three days since our first kiss, and I'd thought maybe this overwhelming need for her would settle.

It hadn't.

If anything, it had gotten worse.

"Are you even watching this?" she asked, voice quiet against my chest.

"Not even a little."

She snorted, tilting her head up to look at me. "Then why haven't you changed it?"

I let my fingers drift up, brushing against the bare skin where her hoodie had slipped off her shoulder. "Because I like this."

Her breath hitched, and I smirked.

She could try to act unaffected all she wanted, but I could feel the way her body responded to me the way her fingers curled slightly against my shirt, the way her breath came just a little quicker when I touched her.

Iz rolled her eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it. "You're such a simp"

"And yet," I murmured, shifting slightly so that our faces were only inches apart, "you're still here."

She opened her mouth like she had some smartass response ready, but I didn't give her the chance. Instead, I reached up, threading my fingers into her hair, and kissed her.

She made a soft, surprised sound before melting against me, her body pressing into mine. My grip on her tightened instinctively, my free hand sliding down to her waist, pulling her even closer.

The kiss started slow, teasing, but it didn't stay that way for long. Because the second she let out that little sigh the one that drove me absolutely insane I lost whatever self control I had left.

I deepened the kiss, tilting my head to get closer, and Iz responded immediately, her hands sliding up my chest, her fingers tangling in the fabric of my shirt. I could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin material, and fuck, I needed more.

I shifted, rolling us slightly so that she was underneath me, her back pressed into the cushions. She gasped softly, her hands flying to my shoulders, but she didn't stop me. If anything, she arched up into me, her legs parting slightly to make space for me between them.

"Will—" she started, but I cut her off with another kiss, swallowing whatever protest she was about to make.

Her hands slid up, fingers threading into my hair, tugging just enough to make my breath hitch. My grip on her waist tightened, my thumb brushing under the hem of her hoodie, skimming over warm skin.

I couldn't take it anymore.

With one smooth motion, I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off the couch. She let out a surprised gasp, her fingers clutching my shoulders as I carried her down the hall, my lips never leaving hers. She kissed me back like she needed this just as much as I did, her breath ragged, her body melting into mine.

The second we reached my room, I threw her onto the bed, and she let out a breathless laugh, her hair fanning out against my pillow.

I climbed ontop of her, my hands braced on either side of her head as I kissed her again, deeper this time, swallowing the soft sound she made. My fingers found the hem of her hoodie, pushing it up inch by inch, reveling in the warmth of her skin.

She arched into me, her hands tugging at my shirt, her nails scraping against my stomach as she pushed it up. My pulse pounded, every inch of me burning for her.

She pressed her hands against my chest, not to push me away, but to make me pause. Her breath was unsteady, her cheeks flushed as she met my gaze.

"Will..." she started, voice barely above a whisper. "We can't—I'm still on my period."

For a second, she looked almost unsure, like she expected me to be disappointed. Like she thought this changed something.

I exhaled, my thumb brushing gently over her hip as I leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth. "I don't care it's just a period," I murmured against her skin.

"I want you," I continued, my lips trailing to her jaw, then down the curve of her neck. "if your okay with it?"

She let out a shaky sigh, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "I want you too will"