Half A Heartbeat Away

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•Milena Blackford•

Waking up the next morning, I was higher than on cloud nine. I was on cloud one thousand if that was a thing. I was delighted to say the least about last night but suddenly froze when the bathroom door opened to reveal Beckham, he had a towel around his waist and the water droplets cascaded down from his hair to the canal of his neck and slid down shamelessly onto his muscled chest. That's when I remember that he brought me to his room last night.

The sight was making me all sorts of uncomfortable..not in a typical way, but in a I-can't-take-my-eyes-off-of-you type of way. He looked exquisite and I spent a good minute just ogling him not so innocently or even discreetly for that matter. Until I hear a clearing of a throat, following the bobbing of his neck as I raise my eyes to his flawless face. He quirks an eyebrow up "Done checking me out? Can I go and get dressed now?" He asks funnily and I turn red in the cheeks at his rhetoric question. He caught me! He fucking caught me ogling him like I'm some wild animal and he was my innocent prey!

Uggh, of course he would, I was basically shameless.

I clear my throat and train my eyes to stay focused on his face and not to slide downwards "I-I wasn't checking you out, I was staring because I was surprised" I explain stupidly but coolly as a cucumber, he chuckles in response while ruffling his hair with his hand, his muscled arm flexing in the process distracting me even further.

"Of course you weren't" He responds with a smirk, making fun of me further more.

Out of frustration I push the duvets off my body and stand up "I'm going to shower" I say pointing my finger in his direction stubbornly to change the subject and notice his eyes trail my figure, or more accurately hanging seemingly by my exposed legs since I wore nothing but his shirt and my panties to bed. My hair cascaded messily down my shoulders and reached my mid back in loose curls.

I remember he brought me sweatpants last night to wear with, but I was extremely tired that I skipped that part over and just slept in his shirt. Oops.

Now, it was my turn to catch him in the act. "Are you done checking me out? I have a shower to go to" I say while I cross my arms on my chest. Wrong move I figured by the heat of his gaze, since it enhanced my chest area. Also the shirt bunched up, stopping literally under my ass. Any more movement and I'd expose my underwear. His eyes rake me over one more time.

"It's not fair what you're doing" his jaw visibly tightens and I don't miss the dark look in his eyes. Like he's restraining himself barely from pouncing on me. Do it.

"I'm not doing anything" I smile mischievously and look up to him oh so innocently batting my eyes.

His hands drop to the towel and I freeze "what're you doing?" I ask in a small voice.

"Well, you left me no choice" He says and then starts to fiddle with the tucked edge of the towel.

I hop onto my feet and rush into the bathroom "You're unbelievable!" I shout playfully behind me. He chuckles loudly "I was playing you" He said and I closed the door behind me and went ahead to take my shower.

After I was done and all dressed up, I make my way downstairs to the kitchen to find the kids in their seats already all dressed up and waiting, meanwhile Beck stood in front of the stove shuffling something that I wasn't capable of seeing because his enormous back hid it.

I smile as I go near the kids and bend down to kiss them each on their cheek. "Good morning everyone" I say as I go to take my seat. Lily's voice cuts me off "Why doesn't daddy get a good morning kiss as well?" She looks up at me and I freeze not knowing what to answer. That until Beckham turns around so he faces me "Yeah, why don't I get a good morning kiss as well?" He questions so casually that I can't differentiate if he said it jokingly or seriously. A few moments pass by in silence as he raises an eyebrow upwards "So?" He stands there waiting for me.

I don't know what to do, Lily tugs on the hem of my shirt "Go give daddy a kiss before he burns the food" She whispers pouting as her eyes hang on the pan on the stove in desperation and I chuckle at her sweet reaction.

I take hesitant steps forward and when I am just in reach I stop tentatively. I have to crane my neck slightly in order to look into his eyes. I place both hands on the top of his chest steadying myself, maybe also because I wanted to feel his muscles flex underneath me, and go on my tiptoes so I'm a bit higher. I lean into him while he simultaneously leans into the counter behind him and I bring my lips to cheek pressing them there.

I can hear clapping behind me as Lily cheered and jumped excitedly in her chair. I take this moment as my opportunity to retreat, yet Beckham tightens his hold around my waist in protest.

My eyes flash over to his in a major question. My heart starts beating unusually loudly in my ears and my breath stops for a mere second in anticipation. He tucks a strand of loose wet hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing the skin of my cheek in the process, like lava leaving a burnt trail behind.

I stare in his eyes refusing to back down, and he nears me. I panic at first thinking he was going to kiss me on the mouth..not that I would mind, I just hadn't expected it. The air in my lungs hitches, until he switches lanes last second and ends up brushing my own cheek ever so gently, his pointy nose touching my skin as well.

No doubt I was red in an instant. When he leans back I turn my back and leave to my own seat at the table beside the grinning kids "Watch out! Any longer and you'll burn the pancakes" I say as I remind him of the mixture on the stove. Luckily it was on minimal heat, but still it doesn't take long to burn. I wouldn't want to eat that.

He turns around focusing on his task while he looks at me over his shoulder swiftly "I wouldn't be that upset..I already had my fill of sugar this morning". Oh. Oh.

I flush more and busy myself in arranging the fruits on the plates to not just sit there and do nothing. After that, breakfast went silent on my part. I was too flustered and hazy to partake in any conversation anyways. So, I kept fidgeting with the food using my fork while my mind replayed the previous scenario over and over and over again. It was official, he was stuck in my head like superglue.