Chapter 25 - The Woman In My Bed

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Alina pov

I hadn't been this happy waking up in a while. Seeing the woman shift in the crook of my neck just enlightens a feeling I haven't felt in so long. Granted this would look wrong to me being in her bed but we didn't do much other than making out. It was much later when we got back last night and before we could do anything more her neighbor had got locked out and needed Mia's help.

Really I'm more shocked her mattress felt so soothing to easily fall asleep rather than the expensive one I have, "Alina?"

"Hmm?" She lifts her head looking at me with sleepy eyes.

"Do I snore? My mom never told me the truth and I don't normally go to sleep with people easily."

"Nope, just a few moans here or there" I feel my smile widen watching her eyes widen but then she just rolls them shifting back into my side, "I like black and white films."

She lifts her head to me again, gesturing to me to continue with a simple nod, "I used to watch them a lot with my dad and I just got hooked on them I guess."

"Are they not here?"

"No sadly."

"I'm sorry for that."

"It's fine, I've healed. I like cold weather. It's one of the reasons why I decided to officially move here back when my company was a start up. I hate snakes. I got bit by one on a field trip and now there is my top tier fear."

"Understandable"

"I also like rom coms. Oh and I like clams. They look weird but Sophia made me try one and they're not that bad. Now please start talking about yourself so I don't feel alone in sharing this information."

She laughs, fully sitting up crossing her legs creating a cocoon around herself with the other sheets on the bed. She looked too cute not to kiss so I grabbed hold of her and kissed her,"I was born in Sardinia before my mom, well really my dad moved us to California."

"Where is that"

"Just a small island in the Mediterranean sea. I don't remember much since I was so young then but I used to see the sea daily which I loved. My mom and dad aren't together anymore as you could see with Liam."

"Actually I was wondering why you moved here. It just struck me how weird an American coming to live in Switzerland."

"I mostly came for my mom and with the savings I had from working allowed me too. Plus my situation with dad was becoming unbearable and my brother was turning out to be just like him. Nothing was really holding me back from leaving so I took the leap. Best decision I've made yet other than kissing you back."

"You ran away when I did though"

She leans side to side avoiding eye contact with me for a moment before answering, "Well Miss Write, I was conflicted in whether to believe if that actually happened or if I was dreaming."

"Tell me more"

"Well really all I did before was a few assistant jobs here and there even working at a bank at some point. I like photography. My camera fell and broke as my brother said but I feel like his cringy hands had something to do with it. 

And since I don't want to make any vast money decisions I've just been saving up to buy another one. But now I gotta find a place that sells them."

I go to lay on my side now feeling pain in the shoulder she'd laid on all night but what catches my attention is the initial pause she does staring at me. And I definitely know she wasn't looking gingerly, "I think I can help you with that or at least Sophia definitely can. Have you ever thought about being something other than an assistant?"

She squealed her eyes looking at me with a frown, "Are you firing me?"

"No sweetie, just intrigued. Usually people are always waiting for the chance to get higher up the chain"

"I just like being told what to do. I'm not much of a leader if truth be told. I'm the person that works in the background to make the face look good. I've been perfectly happy doing so too. Plus I wouldn't be here with you if I didn't yell at you."

She still immediately looks as if something just hurt her. I was about to speak before she lunged forward clasping her hand over my mouth looking directly to the door," my moms here"

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