I knew the moment I first kissed him, that he would condemn me, that I would drag myself through broken glass for him. I just was not sure if he would stay long enough to pull the jagged pieces out.
I never imagined that instead, he would push the...
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When I woke up, the lazy golden hues of the sun were peeking sneakily through the curtains of the window. I was curled beneath the comfort of the snug blankets, finally feeling warm. It took my mind a few hazy minutes to figure out that there was a heavy weight resting on my lower half. My mind suddenly was on alert and I looked down to see an arm draped over my stomach.
Oh.
I realised my head was against Riddle's chest and one of his legs was shoved between mine. Our bodies were tangled in an embarrassingly intimate way. A flush crept up my face at our suggestive position.
This was bad.
I nudged him with my elbow to wake him up so he could untangle himself from my body but it seemed his injuries and our endeavours from last night exhausted him so much that he was in his seventh sleep. But I did not care much for it, so I kicked my elbow back into his ribs with enough force to roll him off me and smiled maliciously when he emitted a deep pained groan.
"You are a menace, Laurent." Were his first words, grunted with resentment towards me. My grin only widened at his words as I rolled onto my back and stretched my limbs on the soft bed.
"You were the one pressed up against me." I shrugged innocently and even though I was not looking at his face, I could imagine the muscle in his jaw ticking. I adjusted myself into a sitting position and looked down at his laying form with a raised brow. I could not help but notice how this was the most unruly I had ever seen his hair look. His usually perfect hair was now messy; single curled strands fell on his face, making him look even more attractive.
"I was not. Keep your fantasies about me to yourself." He denied it while avoiding my eyes.
"Oh really? Then explain why you decided to slip into the bed with me while I was asleep. Last I checked, you were supposed to be on the couch."
He leered up at me, and our eyes met. "For your information, the couch was too confining and uncomfortable." Said he. My expression must have been way too smug for his liking because he sneered as he added, "But now I realise enduring that would be far less torturous than sleeping next to you. You are quite violent when you sleep. I hope I never have the displeasure of going through that torment ever again."
"Yeah, I could feel just how much you hated it." I snorted, referencing to his hard-on that I had felt poking at my back. I would never let him live that down.
His pupils dilated to the point where his eyes turned entirely black. He too sat up on the bed and leaned toward me. I tried leaning away causing the strap of my nightgown to drop. His eyes fell to my bare shoulder and I hurried to adjust it. He swallowed forcefully as his gaze found me again as if he snapped back to reality. "Get off your high horse, darling. My body's response to another female body does not mean I find you appealing. I would be as mad as a hatter to think so."
