Alex’s POV

My hair fell over my shoulder as I bent over to tie my Vans. Standing up, I looked into the floor length mirror and smiled. I don’t know what it is about this outfit but I love it. The maroon of my shirt and shoes brings out the red in my hair, the vertical stripes in my pants make me feel taller and the little crown I wore around my middle finger just made me feel better. Everything about this outfit makes me happy. My eyes shifted to the figure behind me, I recognized it but couldn’t tell because the mirror was blurry. I turned around and realized it was Louis; my eyes scanned his body, taking a second to appreciate his tattoos.

“Good morning babe.” His voice was raspy making my cheeks blush as he walked toward me.

“Good morning.” I smiled up at him, his hands resting on my hips.

“I like those pants.” He had a devious smile, looking in the mirror at my butt.

“You're terrible, stop it.” I giggled covering his eyes with one of my hands but it didn't cover his vision completely; I raised my other hand to cover his other eye.

“But baby…” He complained poking his bottom lip out.

“No, you're a weirdo.” I muffled my laughter.

He moved his hands up to my stomach, now exposed by my raised crop top. I giggled at his cold hands against my warm skin but I kept my hands over his eyes. His hands went a little higher, fingertips brushed the bottom of my bra. I laughed and then felt him squeeze my breasts.

“Stop it.” I squealed and pulled back but didn't get far, still encircled by his arms.

“Ha! I win.” He cheered in triumph.

“You only won because you cheated.” I pouted looking into the mirror again.

“Cheated? How?” His hands touched my stomach again but I shook my head instead of answering. “So grabbing your boobs is cheating? Can I cheat again then?”

His hands slid up as his lips connected with my neck, leaving kisses from my jawline down to my tank top strap. My breath was uneasy as his hands cupped my breasts again, I touched his forearms and pushed them away but my strength was nothing compared to his. His lips started going across the back of my neck and they slowed, starting to suck and nibble at my skin. There will be marks for sure. I moved my hands to his jean pockets; hooking my fingers into them I pushed my hips back against his groin making my name fall from his lips before I pulled them away. His lips disconnected from my skin as our eyes met in the mirror.

“You suck.” He pouted moving his hands to my hips again as he pushed his body against mine.

“You wish.” I laughed.

“I kind of do.” His look turned lustful as my jaw dropped. “Sorry, that was a little too far.”

“It was only too far because I already have.” I turned around, our eyes meeting as a smile pushed onto his tanned cheeks. “Or did you forget that?” He understood my joke.

“How could I forget something like that?” He leaned down to kiss my cheek.

I shook my head, still laughing, and pushed past him to his bunk where my bag was. He leaned his back against the wall, watching me. I pulled out a shirt that was laid on top of the bag, a maroon V-neck that I’d taken from Louis’s bag earlier.

“What’re you doing?” He asked as I slipped the tank top off and grabbed the V- neck.

“Changing because that one will show off these.” I pointed to the lovebites he left on the side of my neck.

“Oh, sorry.” The smile on his face told me that he wasn’t really sorry but I didn't care.

“Don’t apologize, I’ll get you back.” I took my bottom lip between my teeth, shoving my tank top back in my bag.

“Oh really?” His voice was testing me, my eyes on myself in the mirror.

“Yep.” I shrugged looking up at him. “Just remember, pay back is a bitch.”

“Bring it on baby.” He teased leaning down to kiss me.

“I will.” I smiled into his kiss.

Notes

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