The Babysitter

Chapter 24: Three seconds

Chapter 24: (Aubrey's POV)- Three Seconds

We were in his room. I had just stepped out of the shower and walked in with towel-dried hair and my

pajamas on. I was wearing my sweats with a full-sleeved tee. I looked around in confusion to see the

room empty. Why was it empty?

"Parker?" I called out. I peeked behind the door thinking he was gonna scare me but didn't see anyone.

Then I headed to the bathroom. "Parker?" I asked, my voice softer almost a whisper as I stumbled

around in the dark, looking for him. Why didn't I turn the damn lights on? "Park-" I was saying but his

voice cut me off.

Correction.

His scream cut me off. "Boo!" he shouted, making me jump three feet in the air as a shrilling scream

escapes my lips.

"Piss off! You scared the hell out of me!" I slapped his chest with a lot more force than intended.

"Ow, that kind of hurt," he chuckled while rubbing the spot where I hit him.

"Yeah?" I blurted out and before I could process, I slapped him right across the face. I gasped almost

instantly, smacking my hand over my mouth. "Shit!" I shrieked. "Sorry!" I pinched myself. Did I just do

that?

"Did you just..." He struggled to find his words.

I should probably run.

"You're dead, Carthy," he spoke in a low warning way.

I should run.

"I'm just gonna- yeah uh ok," I stuttered while slowly backing up.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me against himself.

"No head start this time?" I managed to stutter out.

He smirked devilishly. "You just slapped me why would I give you a head start?" He arched an eyebrow

at me teasingly.

"Because I'm as slow as a turtle?" I stated but it came out more like a question. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"You're not. You run pretty fast," he chuckled while taking steps forward, his arm still securely wrapped

around my waist, making me take steps backward until my back hit the wall.

"I bet right now I'd run even faster." I breathed shakily.

His arm snaked around my waist tighter. "Hmm. Faster huh?" he smirked while he began slowly

leaning in, teasing and tauntingly.

I nodded while inhaling the oxygen that I felt like I was slowly losing. "A lot faster," I mumbled. The

chuckle suggested that he heard, which only made me more nervous.

"Three seconds," he spoke slowly before letting me go.

And when I say I ran, I fucking ran. Unfortunately, I was able to make it to the couch before his arms

grabbed my waist, throwing me over his shoulder, carrying me straight back up to the room that I had

escaped out of.

"Wait, wait, wait! Pizza! I want it!" I punched his back, making sure not to hurt him this time.

"As you wish m'lady," he laughed before turning back around, taking me into the kitchen, seating me

down on the counter.

I sat there and watched him as he heated it a little before handing me a slice with a glass of water.

"My turn. Do I get what I want now?" He rested both arms beside either of my thighs.

"What do you want?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

He refused to answer and told me to guess instead.

"Do you want me?" Suddenly I was feeling frisky.

His eyebrows raised in surprise. "Huh?" he asked, asking me to repeat myself.

"Did I stutter?" I arched a brow, surprising him even more. "Do you want me?" I repeated, I guess I'm

feeling flirty too.

"Gift wrapped." He winked, making me laugh before pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"Get yourself a slice," I laughed pushing him away while he tried to kiss me. "Let a girl eat!" I

exclaimed.

"Geez okay!" He put his hands up in surrender before grabbing a slice which he heated for himself and

slowly began eating. We made conversation as we ate and soon enough we both were full.

We rinsed our hands one by one in the sink before turning to each other. As soon as my eyes scanned

his face, I let out a snort. "Hold on." I laughed before grabbing a tissue and wiping the corner of his

mouth, getting rid of the sauce that was present.

As I was cleaning up for him, his arms snaked around my waist as he stared straight at me. "What are

you looking at?" I didn't bother looking into his eyes and continued cleaning up his face.

Once my job was done, I threw the tissue away and wrapped my arms around his neck, looking up at

him.

"The beautiful girl standing in front of me," he answered my question genuinely.

"Don't be such a flirt, it's not good for me," I whispered while standing up on my toes.

"Oh is that so?" he smirked while I nodded in response. His tongue rolled over his bottom lip before his

lips formed into a grin as he picked me up, successfully carrying me upstairs this time, with no

complaints from me. He threw me down on the bed gently before hovering over me.

Our laughter and giggles were cut short when my phone rang. "Hello?" I answered.

My mom's voice spoke from the other end. "Honey listen, I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly earlier, I was

just in a rush because I'm supposed to be keeping a secret but I can't do it anymore," she huffed in

frustration.

"Mom, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" I asked a little concerned. What secret?

"Your father's coming back tomorrow for three days," she informed me.

Did I hear that right?

"What?" I asked in complete and utter shock. "Mom, are you being serious right now?" I double-

checked.

"Yes, I am! Unfortunately for you, that means no Xavier for three days," she teased.

"Bye, mom. Love you." I groaned before hanging up, hiding my face into a pillow while Xavier lied down

beside me.

"What's up? Everything okay?" he asked me curiously.

I sighed. "I'm not gonna be able to see you for the next three days. My dad's coming home," I

explained.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he groaned.

I smacked his shoulder before propping myself up on one elbow. "That's my dad! It's just for three

days." Who am I kidding? We weren't supposed to meet today either but we just had to.

"That's not what I meant," he paused. "I said that because we just confessed our feelings an-and I just

got permission to be able to kiss you and now I have to go three days without it." He pouted. "Three

days is a lot." he huffed.

I smiled before saying, "For someone who just confessed his feelings you sure are attached." I pinched

his cheeks teasingly. He smacked my hand away before giving me a flat look. "Kidding." I put my hands

up in surrender.

"Shouldn't this mean that I get to kiss you all I want tonight?" he hovered over me, lying me down under

him.

"Why?" I laughed as he pinned my wrists beside my head.

"What can I say? You have kissable lips," he leaned in daringly, his lips brushing against mine.

"Hmm, well too bad you don't," I whispered only for him to crash his lips against mine, hard. That kiss

turned into a little heated makeout session but I was quick to cut it short. It's only been a day,

somewhat two.

We need to slow the hell down.

"Slow down Parker," I chuckled slightly. "Patience is key." I traced his jaw with my finger while staring

into his eyes as we both breathed a little heavily.

"I don't want the key. I'm good being locked in here." He tried kissing me again but I was swift to look to

the left, tilting my lips away from his. Little did I know, that would only result in him landing a kiss on my

neck, which only lead to a trail of multiple kisses on my neck.

I tried shifting under him but he was enjoying watching me squirm under his touch way too much, so I

freed my wrists from his grasp and grabbed his face, pulling it up and planting a short kiss on his lips,

breaking it shortly after.

"I'm tired and I wanna sleep." I pouted as he got off of me and lied down beside me as we both scooted

further up on the bed until our heads hit the pillows.

"You're a buzzkill, Carthy." He clicked his tongue in frustration.

"Oh hush." I turned my back to face him while he threw his arm around my waist.