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Chapter 5🥀

I'm resting on the worlds comfiest bed. I let out a happy moan. My body squirms around as if burying myself deeper into the bed.

*Since when did my bed feel this cozy? Hold on how did I get into my bed? Hmm Rafael, or one of my brothers probably brought me here. Maybe it was even Papa. Mama must've changed my clothes.* I smile at the thought of their sweet actions.

Just then I'm almost crushed by a heavy object. I try and gasp for air.

That heavenly scent hits my senses once more.Only this time it's mixed with alcohol.

*There's no way-* he groans and pulls me tighter to his chest. I feel so small in his arms as he cuddles closer. My questions soon answered.

Panicking I try and break free as his grip only gets tighter.

*How in the hell did I get here?! Did they bring me here?! No,no they wouldn't. Oh I'm gonna kill them if they did!*

Just then he whines a bit almost like a baby. "Stop moving teddy, I want to cuddle you.."

I let out a small snort as I hold in my laughter. Placing my hand over my mouth to drown out the sounds about to come out. Hoping I wouldn't disturb him.

I turn my body carefully. Hoping I could just wake him easily if I faced him.

Only then do I truly look at him. His defined jaw showing in this dim light. He has long lashes, and his hair is somehow still perfect looking as it covers his closed eyes.

*Gosh he's so cute. It's like he's more bearable when he's asleep.*

I inch my face closer wanting to touch his face. I don't know why, but it was as if something possessed me and said, 'Frick it, touch him!'

Carefully my body leans into him, I'm face to face with him. Well, technically it's face to chin because that's all I can see, but oh well.

My left hand slowly climbing up from my mouth, all the way up to touch his face.

*Oh Gosh I'm so close to touching this beautiful beings face. Was he some kind of God or something in his past life? Why is he so perfectly sculpted?...*

I shriek. His hand holding my wrist firmly.

*Damn what a grip he's got. Ugh I hate how it sends chills down my spine, and not the bad kind. The kind where I feel it in-* I let out a yelp.

He's on top of me. Pinning both my hands down.I can't help but notice his bulging muscles, and the tattoos within them. He's wearing a shirt, that is lifted up a bit revealing his toned abs.

I gulp. *OMG is it hot in here or is it just me? Correction, I'm not hot he is..damn he really is*

Subconsciously, my eyes trail up and down his body until. I shoot my eyes away, refusing to look at his second head. My cheeks grows warmer just by the thought of it.

*I wonder..No..NO..we are not gonna there...oh but I want to know for some reason..* shaking the thought from my mind.

In an attempt to erase those dirty thoughts. I built up the courage to look at his eyes. They're glaring at me. I look up innocently, and curl my lips into my mouth. *Damn! I hate that he's making me nervous!*

"What the hell are you doing in my bed?" he asks confused.

I look around and realize that my room looks absolutely nothing like this. With nothing else to say I tell him what I know.