Clint was having a very nice dream. In fact, he was loath to wake up from it. Groaning, he rolled over on his stomach, eyes shut as Lexi's hands ran over his body. He was hard and aching for her and watching her gorgeous breasts bounce above him had him tossing and turning. He gripped her hips, so close to finding his release when she opened her mouth and a loud, piercing sound came out, jolting him upright. Clint sat up, still hard, erection tenting the sheets as he looked around, trying to find his surroundings. Right. He was at Lexi's. Back in England. Running a hand through his hair, he glanced down, shifting in the bed. Course, she wasn't in bed to help him take care of his rather large problem. "What the fuck is that smell?" he groaned, grabbing a tee and pulling it over his head.
Fuck. The house had better not be burning down. Her house was nice enough but he wasn't really into the country setting. He had a strong love affair with his flat and they usually stayed there but she'd needed some place to feel comfortable and he knew it'd be here and not his place. Yawning, he followed the smell of smoke to the kitchen and stopped, staring at the mess. What the bloody fuck....
The kitchen was a mess and he didn't even have a clue what to say. Well, at least the awkwardness that had seemed to develop over the past few days had dissipated. He really understood she'd been hurt and upset that she'd been left out but it hadn't been intentional and that bothered him more than anything. The fact that she went to this place where everyone was leaving her out and she meant nothing irritated him because they'd proved, more often than naught, that she was important to them and if Ade couldn't live up to her expectations, he never would. Maybe it was his own insecurities but... whatever. Shaking that off, he stared at her.
"I'm just going to go back to bed and hopefully, this time, when I wake up, the house won't be on fire and you'll be next to me," he grumbled.