Raison D'être

Carnal Urge

Anastasia

Chiara bids us a goodnight while Lorenzo packages the leftovers for the guards. I smile that I got through to him. Despite my protests, he insists that he'll have someone else send the food . His chuckle bellows throughout the kitchen; with just us it comes off quite loud but I don't mind. As I hear the tupperware snap, I continue to dry the plates attempting to put them away, before Lorenzo startles me, his presence behind me as takes the plate from my grasp and puts it away. He's so close. So close. I know he's been this close before, but now. There's something in the room. Sexual tension. I'm sure of it as he slowly backs away, and I can't help but gulp nervously despite my brain on haywire for having this urge.

"I-I um- I'm just going to get ready for bed.." God, why do I sound like that? All timid and shy, where was this primal urge before? Now. Now I think it's too much to handle; I have to get rid of because it hurts. It actually hurts, and it feels as if he is the only one that can fix this...urge.

As I run upstairs, hurriedly trying to avoid Lorenzo and hopefully sleep whatever I'm feeling off, I close the bathroom door. I can't help but take a look in the mirror. It's huge and with all the white in the bathroom, it only adds to the brightness, making all the attention on me. I really look at myself and honestly, I don't hate what I see. I don't look like the starving, scared girl I once was. And I'm proud. I see my face is fuller, no longer sunken in due to my lack of sleep or appetite.

Brushing my teeth, careful not to put too much toothpaste because the mint keeps me awake, I hear the bathroom door open, and look over to see Lorenzo waltzing in. Shirtless, might I add. He smirks grinning, while I try my best not to get too flustered at the sight. Finishing up, I feel Lorenzo grab the sides of my waist and whisper lowly in my ear, "come to bed tesoro..."

I can't suppress my giggle as Lorenzo keenly moves around me, while still gripping my waist, to get his toothbrush. As I leave him to do my business, I debate on whether or not I should put on the pajama set Lorenzo had gifted me a while back. The set was very provocative... Although I've worn it alone many times before, I debate whether I should wear it now. Deciding to wear it, I quickly slip under the covers before Lorenzo sees.

Just as I do, Lorenzo's bathroom door opens as he switches off the light, coming over with a shirt on. He moves to his side of the bed, that I know is his, but never settles or gets comfortable. Rather he simply just lies right next to me. As I settle on my side, I finally get a good look at Lorenzo. He stares in concentration at the ceiling, looking as if he really wants to ask what he wants to ask.

"Lorenzo?" he hums, raising a brow and finally looking over at me. "What's wrong?" he snuffs, before looking back up at the ceiling again, as if it was so interesting.

"Nothing tesoro. Nothing."

I groaned at his response, "it doesn't feel like nothing..."

He chuckles, "am I that obvious tesoro?"

I roll my eyes, "first off, yes. Second, why do you keep calling me that? What does it mean?"

He chuckles again, and I can't really stay mad at him when his laugh does things to me. "I like it when you're bossy. And second of all," he mimics "it means treasure," he smiles sweetly, looking over at me.

HOW CAN I STAY MAD? I roll my eyes, "well at least get comfortable..."

He doesn't move but looks back up at the ceiling. "Anastasia," his voice filled with restrained curiosity. I sit up, immediately catching his eyes that look directly into mine. "Are you comfortable with me sleeping here tonight?"

I raise a brow confused at his question, "it's your bed baby?"

"I know, but- you're not uncomfortable? With me in the bed are you?"