Chapter 53

Lynnette's P.O.V

I look up at Ross. I smile at his sleeping face. He sloppily wraps his arms around me. "Happy birthday, baby." I whisper as he opens his eyes. I move some of his hair out of his face.

He smiles tiredly and closes his eyes again. "Thank you, beautiful."

His arms find their way to my back, pushing me closer to him. I wrap one leg around his waist. "It's only 8 o'clock," I kiss his jaw lightly.

He buries his face in my neck. "So then I wanna go back to sleep." He mumbles.

"Go back to sleep, I'm gonna make breakfast."

He shakes head. "I want you to sit on my waist." He smirks. I push his shoulder before sitting on him. "Move your hips," he demands. I raise an eyebrow. "It's my birthday," he whines.

I lean down to kiss him. I start moving my hips as we make out. "Happy birthday," I mumble against his lips.

"Mm," he moans. "Thanks, baby."

I pull back and rest my hands on his chest. "More later, yeah?" I bite my lip.

He nods. "Fuck yeah," we both laugh. "What're we doing today?" He asks as we get up.

I shrug. "Just planned making out like last night," I wink.

He laughs and laces our fingers together. "You're horny lately. I like it," he smirks evilly. "i wanna drink. I'll have Riker get us alcohol."

I smile and lay my head on his shoulder as we sit down on the couch. Again, we end up in another make out session. "Let's go bowling then to the club." I suggest as we change.

He nods and we finish getting ready. After a really intense few games of bowling, we sit in the car. "That was fun," Ross says as he turns to me.

I nod. "Yeah it was. We should go on little dates all the time!" I squeal. His lips meet mine. After a few minutes, he pulls me onto his lap. Ross' hands push my jacket off my shoulders as he begins kissing down my neck. "Someone's going to see us," i moan out.

He stops. "Okay, but you need to get off of me because.. I'm might be horijdh," he mumbles the last word.

I lift his chin, pecking his lips softly. "You might be what?" I ask as I climb back into my seat.

"Horny," he mutters.

I grab his hand, lacing out fingers together. "You're always horny. But it is your birthday," I sigh.

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"I kazblah cue," Ross blabs as he falls onto the couch.

I roll my eyes playfully. "Ross, stop!" I whine.

He rolls over and looks up at me. He opens his arms to me. "Come on, babe. We just got home from the club, I'm in the mood, you're in the mood. I say we should take it upstairs," he winks.

I sit on his waist. "I don't wanna do anything," I mutter.

"Why not?"

"You made out with two other girls!" I slightly yell.

His expression drops. "I thought they were you," he mumbles sadly.

I drop the subject and shove my lips to his. He flips us over.