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"Why on earth would I stalk you?" He cocks a brow at me.
This cocky fucker.
"How would I know?" This conversation is getting nowhere. It only exhausted and annoyed me.
"You should have checked the road properly before exhibiting the act...
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I wake up with my head pounding like it's been hit with a hundred hammers. A pained groan and hiss escapes my lips as I rise from my bed to sit, holding my head like it's about to fall off any minute.
Through the see-through full length window in my room, I can see it was already night.
How long did I sleep?
Not feeling Weston's arms wrapped around my waist like it did before I went to sleep, makes me turn to his side. The space he occupied is empty.
Where did he go?
I don't read into it too much and make my way to the bathroom.
I take a quick shower, before stepping out. I put on a black safety short with a large pastel blue hoodie over it, not bothering to wear a bra underneath. I put up my hair into a messy bun, before heading downstairs.
Before I left the room, I was hearing a faint sound from outside, but I didn't dwell on it because of my headache.
An unstoppable smile arrives at my lips as I walk down the stairs. A classic 90's song is playing softly around the house, confirming where the sound was coming from.
I emerge the living room and my smile only increases when I take in the view in front of me.
I see Weston shirtless, standing behind the Island with his back turned to me. As I walk closer to him, I can see the sweatpants he has on which hangs lowly around his waist. Only an inch down and I would be graced with his butt cheeks.
It wasn't till I got to the Island that I saw food ingredients scattered on the counter and heard his light humming to the song playing around the house.
He raised up his arm to get something from the top cabinet, making his muscle flex. I slip into one of the long stool without making a sound as I stare dreamily at the delicious man in front of me.
"Didn't know you're into classics." I prefer to state it, seeing it is out of the question.
Weston turns around to me in slight surprise and I'm blessed with that smile of his.
"It was getting quiet without you, so I decided to accompany myself with these tunes." He walks to me, stands in-between my legs and I hook my arms behind his neck.
He waste no time in bringing his lips to mine. I smile in the kiss, but he only deepens it. Weston holds my face firmly and I let my hands wander off on their own, going down to grab his bare butt under his sweatpants.
A deep chuckle left his lips. "What's with you and my butt lately?" He tilts his head and I laugh.
"I don't seem to complain when your face is in-between my boobs." I state in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Fair point." He connects his lips back to where they originally belong and we kissed till we ran out of breath.
He noticed my face scrunch from my headache I just realised I still have.
