FALLEN

Chapter Eighteen

Aurora's P.O.V

Groaning I toss and turn for a while then eventually my eyes flutter open. "It's so hot here!" I whisper whine getting up and wipe the small sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand. I look at the clock on the side table, 01:45 am. Looking around I try to find the light switch and after a while give up, and just head into the closet using my hands as a guide. Walking in the lights turn on automatically and I shield my eyes from it, damn that's bright, looking through the multiple clothes Cy bought me I can't seem to find an oversized shirt so I "borrow" one of his white ones. I strip out of my crop top and shorts and take off my bra as well, tossing them into the laundry basket and wear his shirt. Walking out of the closet the bedroom door flies open and I jump in fright. I look at the door and see Cy standing there, in the dark using the wall for balance. After standing awkwardly for some time he starts making his way to me and for every step he takes I take one backwards, till my back hits the mirror on the wall. I can smell the scotch on his breath as he corners me, putting both of his arms on opposite sides.

"W-what are you doing?" I mentally slap myself for sounding so stupid but he doesn't say anything, he just puts his forehead on mine and pulls on my scrunchie, undoing my hair. I gasp and before I know it he's wrapping my hair around his hand, spinning my body around and pinning me against the mirror. Pulling on my hair some more he exposes my neck and lowers his head, breathing against my skin and causing a shiver to run down my back.

"Aura.." He starts off, his voice raspy, and he lowers his chest onto my back, putting some of his body weight on me. "You know you won't be able to fight me off for long." He moves closer and I feel his bulg dig into my ass. He groans and I exhale, feeling my nipples harden as they're being pressed against the cold surface.

"C-Cy." It comes out as a moan and I can feel my body temperature rising, I try to think but my thoughts just get jumbled up. "Please."

"Please what angel?" He pushes more into me as if putting pressure on me to speak and boy was I feeling the pressure. "I'm going to make you beg for my touch." And before I can say a word he lets go of my hair and walks away, leaving me there hot and bothered. I watch him pull his shirt over his head and take of his pants, staying in his Calvin Klein boxers then get into bed. I follow pursuit and climb into bed as well, making sure to keep my distance then soon after I fall asleep.

Hearing the waves of the ocean crashing against each other and feeling the suns rays on my face, I smile and I decide to wake up, opening my eyes I come face to face with a very well built and firm chest. My hand and leg are over Cy's chest and leg, as the middle of my body presses into his side, with my head laying on his shoulder. I know I should move so why aren't I? Why am I choosing to spend another second taped to his side? And as if on cue the memories of earlier this morning replay in my head, the way he pinned me against the wall and the smell of scotch on his breath, as he breathed down my neck. He made me feel things I have never felt before. I must have been so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't hear Cy waking up, because he was now running his fingers through my hair.

"Morning darling." He says in his raspy, sleepy voice and I unintentionally bite my lip.

"Good morning." I say lowly.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks still stroking my hair, why is him doing this, making me so nervous?

"Uhm y-yes." I'm usually able to hold down my own when it comes to Cy but being this close, in one bed and not fully dressed is leaving me at a loss for words. I fight the urge to stay in bed and get up, heading into the bathroom I start brushing my teeth and he comes in, doing the same. I watch him pull on my scrunchie and my messy bun comes undone, I look at him with my eyebrows furrowed and shake my head. Rinsing his mouth he looks at me with a serious expression.