Unguarded Hearts

Chapter 19

Wrenley's POV

Waking up the same way as yesterday, I get a giddy smile on my face. Last night was nice and all it consisted of were a few movies and some light making out. Anytime it was headed into something more serious, one of us pulled away. That person was usually me but Matteo respected it just the same, as he should. Then when we were both on the edge of sleep, I didn't even try to protest about sleeping in my own room. I didn't want to.

Checking the time on my phone, I realize it's a little past 7 in the morning and that the marketing meeting will be in an hour. Who would've thought I'd be going into a marketing meeting? It's making me feel very important and business like. Let's just hope I can actually find a way to be helpful.

Knowing I have to get up, I ignore the light snores and small grunts coming from underneath me. He said he wanted me to wake him up, but I'm not exactly excited to see how grumpy he'll be when someone actually does it.

Following through on one thing from yesterday, I reach up to squeeze his face so his lips are pushed out. Then start to whisper, "Matteo."

I figure with his mouth out like this, it will be harder for him to grumble out his annoyance. "Matteo," I whisper a little louder, and he begins to stir the smallest amount. "Matteo," I whisper shout and squeeze his face harder. Finally, sleepy eyelids open to peer up at me.

He tries to say something, but I still have his mouth in a grip, so it comes out as gibberish. I can't help my laughter when his expression quickly grows irritated. However after hearing that laugh, his face looses a bit of  exasperation.

Removing his hands from my body, he goes to hold my face the same way I'm holding his. Then he brings my face down so my lips touch his and we both let go to just enjoy the kiss for a moment. His morning breath is disturbingly not bad at all, and it's another thing to add to the nonhuman list.

As we pull away, he brushes the hair out of my face and then holds his hand up for me to rest my cheek on. "Good morning," I mumble with grogginess evident in my voice.

He just stares at me a moment with a look I can't quite decipher, before grumbling, "Good morning. Is there a reason you're waking me up at," he checks his clock on the bed stand, "7:15. I don't have to be on guard until 9."

Goodness this man never has a day off, I'm feeling bad that I didn't let him sleep in a little longer. Still, it seems he appreciates this a lot more than waking up alone.

"Sorry, but I have to get up and I didn't want a repeat of your attitude yesterday," I tell him, brushing his own hair which has found it's way down his forehead.

"Attitude," he asks and I feel a light squeeze on my hip. "And where do you have to be this early," he questions.

"I'm.. umm supposed to be helping out with Phillip's marketing meeting today. He seemed to like the photos I've been sharing of Aurelia so he asked me to join him," I explain, feeling a little shy for some reason.

He looks at me seeming to read my expression, "Is that what I heard you mention yesterday? I've yet to see these pictures, including the ones you've snuck of me, but it's obvious you'd be a great addition to the marketing department. Why are you looking so sheepish?"

I roll my eyes about the pictures I 'snuck', the man was glaring at me the entire time I took them. There's no way to sneak anything by those eyes.

Then I try to think about the other part of his statement. Why am I feeling so sheepish about it? It's only one meeting to help a friend.

I guess I'm just a little insecure when it comes to sharing my thoughts and ideas. Acting, I was always using someone else's words. Then, with Chris, it seemed as if I didn't have much to bring besides what he wanted me to pretend to be.