Raison D'être

Missing You

Anastasia

The early glow of the sun shines through the sliver space between the curtains, as my eyes pry open and warmth encompasses me. Lorenzo's arm holds me close, while I am curled up in front of him. I feel his soft breathing on my neck letting me know he is asleep. I smile remembering last night. The feelings of the night, his touch, and the ecstasy. Simply remembering his mouth on me, on parts other than my mouth, I squirm as other parts of my body tingle at simply remembering. Holding Lorenzo's arm close, he shuffles and lies on his back making me able to turn over and admire him. His chest still heaving up and down slowly, as an arm covers his face to what I assume is the light irritating him. As I move carefully to close the curtains, he hums at my movement but is still asleep. Quickly closing the curtains, I go over to Lorenzo's closet, picking out a shirt that smells most like him, and go to the bathroom to freshen up. Quietly closing the door, and flicking on the lights, the lights illuminate the mirror that showcases my bed head and marks. All over my body. Love bites trailing from my jaw, around my neck, my chest, hips, and even my inner thighs. I tsk, seeing as I don't have that much foundation to cover all this, I brush my teeth before hopping in the shower. The warmth makes my body ache and soothes my lower region after last night's event... Lorenzo's mouth, his touch trailing my body, his eyes, everything Lorenzo my mind was on and body craved.

Shaking off these thoughts, I hop out of the shower and am quick to grab a towel and go over to his closet, seeing that he is now sitting on his bed, head down just waking up for the day. I tsk, wishing I was quieter, seeing as this might have been the first time Lorenzo's slept this week. Lorenzo's head comes up after rubbing his eyes, and he smirks after doing a once over. "Good morning baby..."

His morning voice, my God.

"H-hi" of course I'm stuttering. Seeing him shirtless, his hair in disarray, the prominent veins on his forearms, and the cute squints of his eyes after just waking up is hot. And his morning voice.

He chuckles, before getting up stalking towards me. Me who is still naked under this towel, hair dripping, looking like a wet dog. As his one hand holds my waist, his other parts the wet strands of hair off my shoulder as he holds the back of my head, slightly tilting it. A smile graces his lips as his fingers trace over his latest work, while I roll my eyes. "Everywhere Lorenzo? Was that really necessary?"

He chuckles before assuring me in his low tone by my ear, "tesoro, this is just the surface. If I didn't have a meeting in 30, I would continue where we left off last night."

I gulp nervously at his sensual talk, before gaining some sort of control. Holding the towel tightly, I tease "is that a wish Lorenzo..."

He grins, messing with the hem of my towel that part of me wants him to tear off, before his green eyes meet mine, dark and filled with lust he says confidently, "a promise tesoro..."

As he has the last word walking off in the bathroom with a grin on his face, I can barely contain the feeling in my body, cheeks flushed red and mouth dry at his words, as I rush to get dressed and leave the suddenly hot room.

Going downstairs, I pin my hair in a clip as I begin to make breakfast dressed in Lorenzo's shirt and my baggy sweats. Hearing the pop of the bacon, Chiara comes into the kitchen in a cute pajama set rubbing her eyes. "Morning Anastasia," she says sleepily.

"Morning Chiara, would you like some french toast?"

She hums a yes please, before slumping back down on the counter. I giggle, "didn't get any sleep last night?"

"Quite the opposite actually. That bed is so comfortable, it's a drag getting up in the morning... unlike Lorenzo. Him and my father are the ones that don't sleep in the family. I imagine Lorenzo was up all night, and probably left for work this morning..." she says her eyes still closed and face in her hand.