“Leila's point of view"
I sighed contentedly as I nestled closer to Alex. His soft breath fanning my neck, our bodies sweaty.
“A shower?" He asked, his lips brushing my ear. I shook my head, oddly, I liked his smell on me.
Weird.
“That's better" he whispered, his fingers drawing little circles underneath my breasts.
I shivered lightly, my body still stirred to his touch even if we just had sex, a few minutes ago.
One thing was sure, Alex was better than Ben in every aspect. Ben was just—not good enough.
I turned around in his arms kissing him, before combing his hair with my fingers. I'd done quite a good job in ruffling his hair that was always perfectly styled and in order.
Somehow, I liked the disorganized Alex. He stared at me, his eyes looked a little drowsy.
We said nothing more, just staring probably trying to figure out what we were feeling and how quick this whole thing was escalating.
And now that sex was in the picture, it's gonna be a little hard to pull out.
He looked away first, his eyes dropped to my chest and my nipples tightened under his gaze.
Damn.
“You're beautiful, did I forget to tell you that?" He whispered, tweaking my nipple softly.
I hummed.
" Yeah, you did” I muttered and I saw the smile form on his lips.
He raised his eyes to mine, his fingers still brushing my nipples.
“You're beautiful Leila Castor," he said and I blinked.
“More than gorgeous, Leila Cross” he trailed my bottom lip with his thumb.
Leila Cross. That sounded better than Leila Castor. What's wrong with me huh?
He kissed me slowly before pulling back, his eyes fell to my neck.
Amusement danced in his eyes.
“There's a hickey" he pointed out and I clasped my hand around my neck. He chuckled.
My lips twitched slightly and I bit down on it. I was supposed to be mad he'd marked me, not goddamn amused.
“Don't hide it in" Using his thumb, he rescued my lips from the grasp of my teeth.
“I want to see you smile, you rarely do it"
I flushed. This was feeling way much intimate than it was supposed to be. It felt like I didn't only offer my body, I offered my —soul.
I offered a little smile in return.
He drew me closer, tucking me into his chest and I took a deep breath.
Maybe, this was going to be harder than I thought it would.
***
I yawned, stretching my limbs before drawing the blanket to my chin. I opened my eyes, blinking, trying to get my vision in order.
Alex was staring down at me, it startled me and I almost jumped out of the bed. He laughed deeply caging me with his body.
“You scared me" I muttered covering my hand with my mouth. My morning breath wasn't exactly the best and it wasn't helping that he was so close to me.
I felt self conscious. Awful. How long had he been watching me sleep, by the way?
Did I drool? Subconsciously, my fingers traced the side of my lips. He was quiet, watching me with some kind of fascination.
I flushed embarrassed before trying to get him off me, he rolled off me and I sat up, holding the blanket to myself.
Still searching if there was any trail of drool.
He pointed at my face and shook his head.
“I don't know what you're searching for, but you had quite a beauty sleep" he muttered but that did nothing to quell my nerves nor make me comfortable.
Okay.. there was no big deal here. I consummated my marriage with Al.. my husband and like every normal couple, we slept on the same bed.
The morning after shouldn't be this awkward, right? Or was it because of the fact that this isn't a marriage born out of love?
He swung his legs, climbing out of the bed walking to his closet. My mouth dried up.
Man, he got an amazing ass. One that men wasn't supposed to have. Why did he have to be so perfect, huh?
He spared me a glance from over his shoulder, his eyes caught mine and I looked away, clearing my throat embarrassedly.
There was a knowing smile before he turned away.
Goodness.
“Do you want to put on some clothes? I have your panties and bra,” he turned around and I willed my eyes to remain on his face and not drift lower.
My cheeks were burning.
“They should be somewhere here" he muttered, not making a move. Just standing, like he was some kind of model.
I decided to risk a peek. I'd been much braver last night, why was I suddenly shy?
He chuckled before turning around, I scrambled out of the bed wrapping the sheets around me.
He'd seen me. The bathroom, I needed to use the bathroom.
On hearing my movements, he turned back around holding what I think is his brief to his front.
That's way much better.
He raised a brow at me, looking me up and down.
“You're gonna trip, if you keep that up" he muttered pointing at the blanket.
I squared my shoulders, tilting my head.
“Says who? I just need to use the bathroom and I can't find any of my —” I trailed off.
His lips twitched and he nodded at me.
I scurried towards the bathroom, but just like he said, I fell at the door. I winced and he rushed to me, squatting.
“Ouch… that hurts” I moaned in pain and Alex hissed as he peeled the sheet off me tossing it back on the bed.
He held my leg, a little bruise had formed at my ankle.
Good, just perfect, for the morning.
“I told you, huh" Alex muttered, narrowing his eyes at me before staring back at my ankle.
I could feel his eyes everywhere, and it wasn't really helping that I was naked with no piece of clothing on.
He frowned at the bruise that was slowly turning red.
“Can you get up?" He asked staring at me. I blinked, my mouth suddenly dry.
He scooped me into his arms, kicking the bathroom door open. He shut the closet with his legs before placing me on it.
“What was it you wanted to do in the bathroom?” He asked crossing his hands in front of his chest.
I flushed.
“I'm not going to pee with you staring at me like that" I mumbled and he huffed.
" Are you being serious now?" He dragged a hand through his hair. I wrapped my arms around my breasts, why do I feel so damn exposed, huh?