A Piece Of His Heart

Nineteen

Eliza

I'd woken up with a throbbing head that made me wince in pain or groan in frustration every two seconds.

Damn. That. Boy.

Even painkillers had stopped working on me. And Waleed seemed to be having too much fun with my situation. I knew he didn't like that I had a headache but he was definitely enjoying playing with me and making me think that I'd done something super embarrassing in my intoxicated state.

Wow. I'd never thought I'd say that.

In the end, I'd just huffed and pretended to be upset as I faced the window since I couldn't do anything else when we were on our way back to Islamabad. To his credit, he'd tried to get me to talk to him, even though he looked like he was struggling not to laugh every time he saw me.

So now, the morning after the evening we'd reached back home, I lay awake in bed but still unable to move because his arm was snaked around me from behind with his front pressed into my back. It was another one of his tactics to get me to talk to him. But my frustration had already faded long ago and I was teasing him now, especially because I enjoyed seeing him so clingy. I think he knew it too and he was just playing along with me now.

I turned my head with great difficulty to peer over my shoulder to see if he was still asleep. His eyes were shut and I shuddered when I finally realized that his breath was blowing on the back of my neck with how close he was.

But I needed to get up because I was hungry.

So I carefully tried to peel his arm off me, making sure I didn't wake him up, and slid out of bed. I barely scooted away two inches before his arm was around me again and he was pulling me back into him with strength that should've been impossible to muster for someone who just woke up.

"Don't go." He mumbled and buried his face in the crook between my neck and shoulder, his nose rubbing over my skin when he snuggled closer.

Oh my God. He's such a baby.

"Waleed, I need to go." I tried again but his hold only tightened. "Waleed!" Another attempt of wiggling out of his arms had him draping his leg over both of mine, locking me in further.

When I tried to move again, because I just wasn't giving up anymore, he hissed and looked up at me with flaring eyes. "Stop moving, will you?" I narrowed my eyes at him. Who was he to tell me something when he wasn't listening to me? I only wriggled more, smirking when he let out a groan then dropped his head, breathing hard.

"What is wrong with you?" I put my hand to his forehead to see if he had a fever or something. I mean, we had just returned from a cold place so...

He squeezed my waist, rendering me near immobile. "If you could please stop grinding against me."

My eyes widened and I hurriedly moved away from him. Involuntarily, my eyes dropped down to his hips as he lay on his back with the blanket over him and an arm thrown over his eyes. I can't believe that happened! "S-Sorry." He dipped his head once and I practically ran to the bathroom to hide.

When I came out, he was standing in front of the open closet. Again, my gaze flickered to the area below his waist to see if... if... "I'm going to take a shower."

"Yeah, sure. Umm... I'm going to make breakfast." I said, awkwardly stumbling over my words as I pulled my hair up in a lazy bun and secured it with a clip. I didn't bother changing out of my pink and white pajamas, the tee saying Life is better in pajamas with a coffee cup underneath.