Why don’t you shush up
BLAKE's POV
To say I slept like a baby would be an understatement. I tighten my arm around the warmth below me. It smells like vanilla. The warmth shuffles closer, if that was even possible. All of a sudden something pushes me and my body leaves the bed, a pain shooting up my arse.
I groan and blink my eyes open. "Oh my god Blake are you ok? Stupid Sam." Samira squeals, face palming. I look at her, confused. Memories of last night come back to me. Sam and Sandra pranking Neal and I, tickle fights, laying down to watch a movie. I chuckle at the memory of Sam lightly snoring on my shoulder five minutes into the movie. My smile falters when it occurs to me.
I was cuddling with Samira freaking Kapoor.
"Errgh, its okay" I say with a small smile, running my hands through my hair. Just as was about to sneeze Samira jumps down at me covering my face with a pillow, muffling my loud achoo. "Hey what was that-" I start but she covers my mouth, putting a finger on her lips, shushing me. I shoot my eyebrows up and she points to the bed.
Both of us get up to see Neal and Sandra spooning, with Neal drooling on Sandra's shoulders. I smile at the sight and wipe an imaginary tear while Samira does the same. "Let's take pictures" She whispers, and I reach for my phone which was on my night stand and give it to her.
"Switch the flash on" I say and she gives me a look and shushes me again. "Hey no shushing anymore." I say and she rolls her eyes. "Why don't you shush up then, let the photographer do the work." she says, looking at me coyly. "WhY DoN't YoU ShUsH uP tHeN" I mimic, which earns me a hit on the head. I let out an 'ow' and she smiles in victory. Neal groans and Sam gets into action.
'CLICK'
'CLICK'
They shuffle a little. After another three clicks, they open their eyes and spring apart. Both of their cheeks and ears turn bright red. They're so adorable I wanna gag. The moment doesn't last long because I hear a loud knock on the door.
"COME DOWN FOR BREKFAST! I wonder where the two girls are." Yonta announces, mumbling the last part.
All of our eyes widen and we start scurrying around. "Sandra, you got the camera right?" Shivani asks, putting her phone in the pocket of her pajama shorts. "Wait what camera?" I scrunch my eyebrows. "We got EVERYTHING on camera" She laughs and waves the camera in my face. Neal and I dive to get it but it they already jumped into their balcony from ours.
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"So, a night with Samira huh?" Kristina wiggles her eyebrows. "Nothing really happened" I say, rolling my eyes. "Your blush says otherwise" she says in a sing song voice. "No talking at the breakfast table" I stick my tongue at her, while still chewing my eggs. "Ew Blake you're gross. Give me the all deets later"she winks.
I just swerve my focus on how I'm going to react when I touch the Champion's League trophy.
SAMIRA's POV
I plop out of the bus and squeal at the sight of the stadium. The Madrid sun shone on my face, a light breeze making it a perfect day.
"I'm so excited! I can't believe we're performing at the opening of 'THE' UEFA Champions league." Nina links her arm with mine.
"Tell me about it sister" I say with a giddy smile. Back home, I'm pretty sure Saksham, my best friend is freaking out. "Look at Blake he looks like he just had his first night with his girlfriend." She laughs shaking her head.
I look at Blake, laughing animatedly at something Kristina said. A blush involuntarily creeps up when I think about today morning.
His arms felt safe and like home. It's like I already miss the warmth of his body. I really can't be falling for him.
Am I?