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chapter 19 | Morning after

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00:30 am.

I walk out of my room now that I am in comfortable clothes, and I step towards the opened living room where the TV is on without any lights on in the house. I get closer in a quiet manner, his eyes staying on his phone, laying on the sofa. I sit down by his side, and he looks at me. "Are you feeling better like that?" he speaks in a low voice and softly laughs, and I do agree with this. "Yes, it feels way warmer too."

"True, the water was warm but not the outside," he locks his phone and puts it on the coffee table. "Aren't you going to be tired tomorrow?" I worry about him, but he shakes his head. "No. I'm fine. I don't want to sleep anyway," he places one arm behind his head, bending one leg up on the sofa. Now that we're out of the tension, the moment that made us act crazy and out of lust, I feel weird, but in a good way, the butterflies seem to not be ready to leave me.

"Will you have trouble sleeping again?" I never stop with my questions, feeling nervous around him when he looks pretty relaxed and good. "No. Actually, I know I'll have a good night if I fall asleep right now."

"Really? How do you know that?" I keep my eyes on him, my knees staying close to my chest. His lips curve up, and he turns his head in my direction. "I just know," he does not give me the answer I was waiting for, but I understand what he means by the look into his eyes only. "What about you? I don't want you to be tired either."

"No, I won't. I don't want to sleep either," I tell half of the truth since I know for sure I will be exhausted and in need of sleep right in the morning, but I don't care, I love the night I am spending by his side. "Ah, and why is that?" he pretends to not know, and I grin. "I just don't want to."

He chuckles, receiving the same answer from me. I smile like an idiot at the sound of his laughter, and I oblige myself to look away from him. I need to stop staring, he will feel uncomfortable if I do not.

We do not say a word but both watch the TV, the movie playing without me being interested at all. I just want to go back into that water and feel him against me, in his arms, with his lips on mine.

"Ugh..." he stretches his body but does not quieten his moan, and my eyes give all their attention to him again. "Do you like this movie?" he grabs hold of the remote control, and I make it obvious I don't care about watching it. "All right," he turns everything off, the moonlight being the only thing that helps us to make out what is around us. He stands up and turns towards me. "Come with me."

I rise, and he takes my hand, so I follow him to my bedroom but already feel my heart race against my will. Once he opens the door, I step inside with him, and he does not only closes the door behind us, he locks it. Since I do not know what he wants to do, I wait on my spot, and he comes closer.

I do not know what he has on his mind, but he has been acting strange since earlier.

My eyes never leave him, but he stands before me, and he leans in, envelops my body with his arms, and picks me up, so I wrap my legs and arms around him. He brings us both to my bed, and he pushes the blanket aside to lie down with me on the sheets, cover our bodies, then turn to the side without ever letting go of me.

I am soundless. I just revel in this moment, not knowing whether this will happen again or not, I cuddle up against him and hide my face in the crook of his neck, and he does the same to me.

His right hand staying in contact with my shoulder, he runs his fingers over my skin and slides them under my nightshirt, caressing my skin and soothing me with his delicate touch full of care.