"Baby," Stephanie breathed in my ear as she arched her back from underneith me. God, she was hot. We were in her room, fooling around in her bed at 2 in the morning, but we had to keep quiet so we wouldn't wake Erika up.

I smirked at her and kissed her, feeling the spark that I will never get sick of and used to. It was so addictive, I'd do anything to feel it. She was so perfect; her smile, her eyes, her ability to make me laugh-everything. I was the happiest guy on earth that she was offcially mine, and I wanted her so badly. I pulled away from our kiss and looked at her.

"You ready?" I breathed. She nodded quickly, breathing heavily. I bent down to kiss her one last time before we went all the way when I suddenly heard a scream.

"What the fuck?!?!"

I jumped off of Steph and almost out of my skin, scrambling away from her and covering myself in the blankets. Erika stood in the doorframe which was a few feet away from the foot of the bed, her hands covering her face. Jesus this was embarassing. I felt as if my parents had just walked in.

"Fuck!" Steph yelled out and she flung herself back, laying down in bed and covering her face. "This is two times in a row now, Erika." She refrenced the other time Erika had interupted us.
Erika peeked through her fingers to see if we were covered, and when she saw that the was she took her hands away.

"Who.." She started, looking up into the sky with exasperation. "Who fucks with the door open?!" Steph groaned and rolled over so she was lying on her stomach.

"I'm sorry," I looked over at Erika. "It wasn't on purpose.." A guy's voice was coming from Erika's phone, which was on the floor where she had dropped it, she picked it up.

"Hold on, Brad." She said into the reciever. Brad?

"If this helps the situation," Steph said as she sat up and clutched the covers to her chest. "We weren't exactly fucking, persay, we were just-"
"Enough!" Erika exclaimed as Steph smirked at her. "I don't wanna know. Just try not to do that stuff when I'm in the house, okay?" Steph nodded obidently, her curls bouncing all over the place. Ugh, her curls.

"I'm going to bed," She headed down the hall and brought her phone to her ear. "Baby, you're not gonna believe what just happened..."

Erika groaned and rubbed her eyes, clearly pissed. I cupped her face and kissed her.

"I'm sorry about that," She said as she pulled away.

"It's fine, really." I smiled as I pushed a curl out of her face. It really was fine, it didn't bother me that Erika walked in. We could always do it later, and now it would be more special.

She just shrugged at me and hugged me, placing her head on my chest.
"Who's Brad?" I asked her.

"Marchand." She mumbled. Marchand...Brad Marchand?

"Brad Marchand?" I asked her, sitting up. "Little ball of hate Brad Marchand?" Steph rolled her eyes and nodded.

" 'Love at first sight,' " She air-quoted. "Should be interesting, huh?" I nodded. He was gonna hear about this in the locker room tomorow.

"Wanna spend the night?" She asked me. I nodded and yawned. It was too late to drive home now.

"Don't you have class tomorow morning?" I asked her as I layed down.

"Yup," She nodded, getting up from bed and walking over to her dresser stark naked. Holy shit; I felt myself going hard.

"I gotta leave at 9." She said, throwing a tee shirt on and some sweats. She crawled back into bed and i cuddled up to her. "I'll be gone by then," She nodded.

"Okay," She smiled at me and played with my curls. "Goodnight beautiful," I said after I kissed her and pulled her into my arms. I could lay like this with her forever. A few minutes later we were almost asleep, but I knew she could hear me.

"By the way," I said as I kissed her cheek. "I'm so happy I can finally call you mine."

Notes

so basically a really dull, informative chapter. ha.
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