Fly Away

31 - mumbling and grumbling

Song: Doja Cat - So High (slowed and reverb)

Mia

I'm sitting in Rocco's work office again.

He forced me to come with him as he mumbled something weird about not trusting cherries. No fucking idea, but I went along anyway, and this time I actually brought my book to entertain me.

I feel much better than yesterday after taking a paracetamol this morning. Rocco forced a massive breakfast down my throat and watched me eat every single bite of the five pancakes on my plate before nodding his head and leaving for work.

He's been acting weird since last night. Making me eat, talking to himself like a proper weirdo. And I thought I only did that. 

It's funny, and one time I actually started to laugh when he said something about salsa. He stared at me then, for at least five minutes as I just sat their squirming under his intense gaze and trying not to laugh at him.

Either I'm drunk, or he is, because the guy is always so put together and stoic all the time, and today he seems the opposite.

He's sitting at his desk right now while I'm lounging on the sofa, running my eyes over the pages of the book. When I start, I can't stop, and right now I would be ready to punch anyone if they disturbed.

My legs are flung over the backrest of the couch and my socked feet are resting on the wall.

I'm basically lying upside down on the sofa, and it's the only position that seems to cause any relief against my dull abdomen pain. It's died down a lot but still there, and I don't like taking too many tablets when I'm on my period.

"For fucks sake." Rocco's voice sounds somewhere distant, and I don't pay attention because I'm too focused on the book I'm reading. 

They just started kissing.

Whenever I read smut, I can't take breaks because I'm too invested in the characters, so I either wait when I know I'll have time or ignore everyone around me until the chapter is over. I usually hate leaving my chapters half read because then I forget what happens and have to go back and reread. 

Reading really should be a full time job because of all the specifics and nit bits of it, but that just makes it even better.

Suddenly, the book is snatched out of my hands, and I come face to face with a pissed off looking Rocco. 

"Hey give it back!" I shout and scramble up the right way to try and grab the book back from his hands. He's too quick for me though, and steps back, elevating the book higher up so I can't reach it.

"Let's see what's more important than me when I'm talking to you, hm?" he quirks an eyebrow at me and turns his eyes towards the page I'm reading.

I feel heat spread up to my cheeks as he reads, his expression blank as usual. Maybe I should have brought a more appropriate book with me to read instead of one where the two main characters are getting at it every five seconds.

I watch him intently as he doesn't say a word, trying to catch any expression or difference in his facial features. 

Nothing.

I tuck my hair behind my ears and bring my knees up to my chest on the couch cushions, trying to act normal.

My eyes are still trained on him, and when he finally looks at me with the book still propped open in his hands, I swear I see a small smirk on his lips.

I blink, and then it's gone.

I slouch further into the couch under his scrutinising stare, trying to disappear, but he only rakes his eyes down my body, making heat curl up in my stomach.