The next moment he broke the staring contest, picked me up on his shoulders "What the fuck are you doing ?" I screamed before he threw me on the bed and ripped my shirt apart exposing my bra " I can't fucking resist you" he whispered brushing his li...
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I am on Arvin's lap. I was sleeping on hin since the whole night. I am even holding his waist, he's in his white shirt and I can't move because he is moving, he is about to wake up. My eyes moves down at my leg, scared. There's Arvin's jacket covering my thighs. I look up, he is not awake yet. I can feel him below me, hard, his breath against my skin, soft...this is ridiculously awesome. Awesomely ridiculous.
His hairs are not done now, his shirt is not looking so perfect like yesterday and it's so delicious to watch. 'Perfect things are never beautiful'. Like eating popcorn from the box is never beautiful, it's better to pick it from a person's body and it's better when the person is a hot mafia....or to precise, Arvin himself.
He moves his hand on his eyes and hairs again before looking down, I close my eyes, if it is a dream, it's the most beautiful dream i have ever seen and if it's reality, it's the most amazing reality I have ever lived.
I don't want it to end like this, I don't ever want it to end. His hand moves on my hairs "good morning" he whispers, I want to breath, a deep breath to calm this race of pulses going on inside me. Does he know i'm awake ? The room is still dark because of his dark drawing-room curtains which were never open since the day i got in. I slightly open my eyes looking up at him. He takes a gulp and i see how his throat moves, seems like I had never seen such a sexy throat movement...welp !
We stay like that without saying a word, just staring at each other in silence before a thought strikes me - his teammates must be still here. I turn my head to look down at the carpet just to find it empty, I mean not empty, the glass table is there, the things are arranged perfectly like they were arranged a day before, not like they were the night before. All the wrappers disappeared, even the humans disappeared. Was it a dream ?
"They left in the morning,four hours ago," What the fuck is four freaking hours ago ? Is it not the morning anymore ? "and arranged the things," Arvin's hand touches my cheeks and makes me face him, he's looking fucking beautiful from down...beautifully fuck-able. Sir, please don't notice the warmth of my cheeks"you didn't said good morning, baby " when did he started calling me that. I like it though, i want him to say it again.
"But it's not the morning" i've got point, he grind " So you will not argue for the 'baby' thing" what ? Why will i ? I loved it.
"Not really" I like that grin of his, the stupidity cute grin "So baby, yup it's two P.M, clearly not the morning but people say good morning whenever they wake up" According to which law of newton ?
"Good Morning" I say and press my face in his shirt, yawning. He takes a sharp breath "God ! How much do you sleep, now go and take bath, that will help you stay awake" i look at him, he looks at me. I smile at him, he smiles at me. Is this the real Arvin ? Is this the Arvin who gave me scars ? Seems like someone took that Arvin and sent another from parallel universe. My heart aches, a different type of ache that he's faking this, that he'll lock me again. I don't fear being locked, but I do fear being locked in thoughts of someone. It's distraction and seems like i'm weak in front of affection. My plan...I have to remember that 'Arya, you're nothing so you feel nothing'
