Chapter 216 Collective Showers

Chapter 216 Collective Showers
Laurette’s POV

I wake up to the feeling of a feathery and somewhat ticklish touch on my arm. Had always been a light sleeper, although this time around, my body stirring awake has more to do with the effect the touch has on my body rather than just the feeling. 

My body recognizes it immediately. Him. 

Pulling my groggy eyes open, I stare down at my wrist that is currently being held between Hosea’s fingers as he gently clasps my bracelet unto my wrist. My eyes land on his bracelet sitting nicely on his own wrists, and the sight almost makes me explode with warmth. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” He says softly, reaching forward to stroke my hair and staring at the bracelet on my wrist with a content smile. 

I lift my hand up, twisting it around to admire the bracelet, a smile pulling on my lips. Between the gold charms, there were pendants that had Hosea’s initials on them dangling from the actual chain. While Hosea’s bracelet had my own initials on it. It was so special to me that I blinked back happy tears from looking at it. 

“What’s wrong?” Hosea coos, smoothing my hair again. He was perched on the side of the bed, the side of his thigh grazing my knees that were up since I was laying on my side. He leaned closer to get a good look at my face, frowning when he saw the tears in my eyes. “This isn’t the reaction I expected. Do you not like it anymore?” He asked, wearing what I could only describe as childlike curiosity on his face. 

He was so beautiful that it physically made it hard to breathe. 

His hair came down over his forehead in damp little locks as though he sprinkled water on them. But the humid weather made me assume it was sweat. His thick trimmed eyebrows were pulled together in a slight frown, and his fierce blue eyes burned straight into my soul from behind full lashes. 

I could spend all day staring at him. 

“I love it”. I confessed, sitting up in the bed so I could be closer to him. Without another word, I scooted over and wrapped my arms around his neck, squeezing as tightly as I can. He grunts against me, splaying his palm on my back and pressing me further into him while his other hand caresses my thigh. “Thank you for getting it back”. 

Hosea’s chest rises against me with what could only be a sigh of relief. “You’re welcome, Kitten”. His hand on my thigh travels up to the flesh of my ass, giving it a little squeeze before simply resting there. 

A loud clanging sound coming from a distance in the house has me jerking against Hosea, a startled gasp leaving my lips as I pull back to gape at him in horror. 
  He flicks his nose. “Oh that’s uh… that’s just Martha and the cleaning staff”. He tells me, pointing a thumb over his shoulder. 

I arch a brow. “Martha?”

“My mom’s old chef. I invited her over to make our dinner.” For some reason he seemed to heat up at the cheeks and ears as he spoke, his hand coming up to itch his hair. “I figured you might want some home cooked meals and I wasn’t exactly skilled so…”

He never ceases to amaze me. 

Hosea regards the amused look on my face with a question in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“You figured I might want home cooked meals?” I inquired, unable to contain my smile. His face slowly began to mirror mine as his lips began to pull up as well. Such beautiful face. “Why?”

“Why not?” He hitched a shoulder, going back to rubbing my thigh. “I don’t exactly intend to stuff you with takeout either. You never really know how unhealthy it is for you.” My surprise only grows as he speaks. “And Martha’s a really great cook so… it’s a win-win, I guess.”

“Thank you”. I whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss on his cheek. I pull back to find him staring at the hand that’s on my thigh. 

“What do you wanna do tomorrow?” He asks, pulling his eyes up to mine again. 

“I don’t really know.”

“Would you like to see the university?” He asks, and I’m taken aback by the spontaneity of his question that I shift back a little to stare at him for hints of jest. 

“You’re serious.” An observation. Not a question. “Like Brookston High?”

He nods, watching me silently. 

“We can do that?”

Hosea looks away briefly with a laugh, then nods as he looks back at me. “Yea we could do that.”

“Oh my, I would love that”. I breathe out, my hands coming up to press against my cheeks. I’ve only seen Brookston High from the pictures of the school circulating the internet and in the school website. But I’ve always wanted to go there. 

“Alright then. That’s what we’ll do”. Hosea concludes, tapping my ass and leaning in to press a chaste kiss on my lips, after which he stands to his feet. He moves to leave but turns back to me as though having a second thought. “I’m going to take a shower.” He tells me, surprising me with the random information. 

I nod, looking down at myself. I should probably take one too. “Um alright.” 

He nods in understanding but says nothing else, then turns back on his heel slowly. My body immediately follows suit, climbing off the bed and reaching for the straps of my dress. I hear the buckle of a belt and turn to find Hosea still with his back to me, but his hands fiddling with his belt. A small smile pulls at my lips. 

Hosea turns back to look at me, surprise shining in his eyes as he takes in my naked body. “Oh… fuck”. He breathes. 

I arch a brow at his reaction, stepping out of my dress bunched at my feet and walking over to him. His tongue sticks out to wet his lips and he runs a hand through his hair as his eyes drink me in. 

“You said you wanted to take a shower”. I tell him, my chest almost flush against his with how close we are. 

He nods. “Yea… fuck. Yea I did”

“I figured we could take one together.” I smile, my voice small. His eyes go lower than my chest as he wets his lips again, and I immediately feel the heat surging up to my cheeks and neck. 

“That would absolutely make my night”. Hosea strangles out, his fists clenched beside him. 

Gathering up the courage I could swear I only got seconds ago, I lift my fingers to his belt and start to fiddle with the buckle. Next is the zipper of his pants, then the buttons of his shirt and soon, we’re both staring at each other’s naked bodies. 

After what feels like an eternity, Hosea whispers a breathy curse under his breath and takes my hand, pulling me into the bathroom and giving me the most mind blowing shower experience I’ve ever had.