His Love

Chapter 12- Jealousy

-Alaina-

The searing pain running through my head wakes me, the blazing sunlight offering no help.

As I sit up, the throbbing ache rattles through my ears and head.

I hear a slight click at the door, turning my head to look, I watch the door knob turn ever so slowly.

I feel myself literally growing giddy like a child.

Fucking giddy.

His gorgeous faces appears from the dark doorway, holding multiple objects.

Our eyes lock and a boyish grin breaks out on his face.

He leans against the doorway, his eyes never straying from me as they travel up and down.

Biting his lip, he pushes himself off the door frame, taking achingly slow steps towards me.

Leaning in close, his hands pressed onto the bed, he looks straight into my eyes.

"Good morning, love." he looks at my lips and I place a finger on his, blocking him.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet." I say softly, dying to kiss him.

His hand snakes up, gripping my arm and pulling it down.

"I honestly couldn't give a shit." his lips are pressed firmly on mine before he pulls away, placing a warm cup of coffee in my hands.

"Hows the hangover, amore?" he slightly holds back a laugh.

I roll my eyes, taking a small sip of the drink in my hands, swarming my body with heat.

A plate appears before me, 2 slices of toast and some form of medication.

Without hesitation, I swallow the pills with the coffee and lay down with the plate is my grasp.

"Thank you, Dom."

"Anything for you, Alaina." he gets up to leave.

"Hey." I stop him, wrapping my hand around his wrist. "Stay here for a while? Just until I have to leave for work."

He doesn't say a word as he lays on the other side of the bed, leaning on his elbows.

I quickly go to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and all the stuff I need.

Laying back down, I finish the toast.

Over the course of around 10 minutes, hes made his way over to me painfully slowly, resting his head on my stomach, his body between my legs.

I grab a tissue from the end table and wipe all the crumbs off my hands.

Looking back down, his chin rests just below my belly button, his tired eyes gazing up at me intently.

I place my hand in his hair, playing with the loose curls on his head, his eyes closing at the feeling.

"I don't want to leave." I whisper gently, his eyes reopening.