merder mafia leader in love

chapter 72

Me and derek are laid next to eachother in bed after a few rounds of sex. We got home earlier today. We missed our bed very much. I grin, looking at him.

He smiles, kissing me softly. We both look up at the ceiling, still panting out of breath.

Its a little while later and we're sat next to eachother. He's reading and I'm on my phone. I look at him. "Der" I whisper. "Yeah?" He asks, not looking away from his book.

"Do you believe in soulmates?" I ask. He looks at me. "No" he says. "Oh" I look back at my phone. "Do you?" He asks. "I- um.. yeah, I do" I say.

"I don't" he says. "Yeah, you said" I sigh. "I just.." he puts his hands on my cheeks. I look into his eyes.

"I don't think we're designed to be together and I don't think the universe pushes us together or anything" he says. I look down.

"I think we chose eachother.. I chose to love you.. and nobody else.. for the rest of my life.. just because we aren't soulmates, doesn't mean we're not meant to be" he says.

A smile appears on my face. "That's so much more romantic" I say. He smiles. I kiss him passionately. I put my hands on his cheeks, running my fingers through his hair.

I pull away slowly. I look into his eyes, our faces centimetres apart. I kiss him again.

I pull away. "How long have you got before you go to work?" I ask. "Not going today" he says. "You're not?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"Wanna spend the day with you" he kisses my cheek. "Good.. you can do my nails" I get up. I'm still wearing my lingerie from earlier. He puts on his boxers.

"Oh great" he says sarcastically as I hand him the white nail polish. I grin. "Sit infront of me" I say. He moves so he's sat infront of me instead.

He bends his knee slightly and grabs my foot, putting it on his knee. He starts painting my toes carefully.

I wriggle slightly to get myself comfy. "Stay still!" He yells harshly, grabbing my foot tighter as the nail polish brush slips and he misses my nail. My eyes go wide. I giggle.

"Calm down derek.. jesus" I chuckle. "Shh.. I'm concentrating" he says. I giggle.

"Do you think I'm putting on weight?" I ask. "Okay, I'm not doing this" he hands me the polish. "No! Please" I giggle.

He keeps painting my nails. "Are you a feet person?" I ask. "What?" He asks. "Are you one of those guys who find feet sexy? A foot fetish?" I ask. He laughs.

"I find everything about you sexy" he says. I grin. "But I definitely am not a feet guy" he says. I giggle.

"Are you one of those people who are bothered by feet?" I ask. "What?" He chuckles. "My feet are the only place you avoid kissing when we have sex" I say.

"Well, I don't know where they've been" he says jokingly. I giggle. He switches feet. "So you are?" I ask. He kisses the top of my foot. "Happy?" He says. I giggle. "Yes, actually" I say.

"Although to be honest, your hands are probably dirtier than your feet" he says. I stick my middle finger up at him. He grins.

I put my feet either side of him, waiting for my nails to dry. He holds my hands, pulling me gently. I smile. I lean forward. He kisses my lips softly.

He pulls away. "You did a good job" I put my feet on his chest to look at my nails. He puts his hands on my ankles. "Let me do yours now" I say. He glares at me. I grin.

"Come on" I say. He shakes his head. "Fine.. your hands.. clear polish" I say. He shakes his head. I get out of bed. "Up.. now.. I dont want to smudge my tonails on the sheets" I grab his hand. He groans, standing up.

I sit him on one of the chairs in the kitchen. I climb ontop of him, straddling him, holding his hand. I start painting his nails with clear nail polish.

"Perfect" I say, putting the nail polish down. He sighs, looking at them. "Fine.. they look nice" he says. I grin. I wrap my arms around his waist, kissing his neck softly.