Learning to Love | ✓

Chapter 27

[JULIAN]

I woke up with the bittersweet ache of lovemaking aftermath. I groaned sitting up. Zeus was still sound asleep beside me. The side of my lip corked up in a smile. There was a certain innocence attached to his sleeping form.

"Damn Julian! I love you. I love you so freaking much!"

My cheeks started to heat up at the memory of last night — of what he said. Nervously looking at his sleeping face I wondered if he had meant it, or whether the words had just been spun out at the moment. Besides, people said things like that when they had sex, Linda used to say it when we had sex.

My heart skipped a beat as I felt Zeus' hands cling to my legs. I looked down at him to be greeted with a grin.

"Good morning," he yawned, nuzzling closer.

"Good morning," I replied, running a hand through his loose hair. He cooed, closing his eyes. I didn't feel so embraced over staring at Zeus anymore, so much it's become a habit. You can't really blame me, there's something quite captivating about his face — his body.

"Where, where exactly are you from?" I asked, running my hand through his facial features. It's actually been a question that's been lingering in my mind for a while, he'd mentioned Greece once or twice, had a feeling he was maybe part Latin.

"Why do you ask?" Zeus asked, curling his head up in my lap, his hair spiraled around him like a scarf.

"Just asking." I shrugged, running my hand down his back.

"I'm Greek," he muttered, opening his eyes.

"You don't look so Greek, more of—"

"Latin?" Zeus finished for me. I bit my lip, nodding in agreement.

"My mum's part Latin," Zeus muttered, offering an explanation. I nodded feeling his hair again. I liked times like this with Zeus, dwelling in peace and quiet. I've never felt so comfortable with somebody in my life, never wanted to know so much about a person.

"You don't sound Greek..." I pressured, just wanting to hear Zeus talk. I watched Zeus chuckle as he faced upwards, his green eyes gazing at my blue ones in amusement.

"Curious aren't you?" Zeus asked as a light blush flooded my cheeks. There was something quite intimidating yet breathtaking about how he looked. It carried a certain maturity stained with playfulness.

"As I said before, I'm from Greece, and my mother is half Latin..." Zeus trailed, sighing lightly.

"But I've been in France for a while and at a point Manchester, I don't know if that explains the way I talk really, but that's all I got," Zeus said, still looking straight at me.

I pouted, ruffling his hair playfully, attracting a low moan from Zeus.

"Julian," Zeus moaned, wobbling to sit up before taking my face in his hands. I moaned at the feel of his warm breath and our 'us' smell. I loved it; the 'us' smell that is. It was an odd mixture of his regular scent, sex and a hint of what was supposedly mine.

"Hmm?" I managed to mutter before Zeus covered my mouth with his, biting my bottom lip softly. I moaned, burying my fingers in Zeus' hair as I joined my lips with his in urgency.  

I whimpered in protest as Zeus broke our kiss, but quieted down at the feeling of Zeus' wet tongue on my neck.

"Baby," Zeus moaned, licking the outline of my ear as his hands ran up and down my back, sending shivers up my spine and lower back. I shuddered as Zeus bent just enough to flick his tongue over a nipple. I moaned, feeling him tug lightly. I nudged his head closer impatient for whatever came next. Zeus chuckled lightly against my chest before sucking lightly on my nipple. I moaned, closing my eyes, enjoying the feel of his mouth, his tongue.