The raw stench of expensive cologne and guilty sins filled my lungs, as I took in a deep, regretful breath.
The silky fabric of the sheets brushed against my skin, enveloping me in a heavenly warmth.
Too heavenly.
I sat up, a soft yawn surpassing my lips as I stood, grabbing my discarded clothes from last night.
I shivered as a cool breeze rushed past me. I suddenly craved the hot sensation of his hands on my body again, warming me up inside and out.
No, snap out of it, Sofie.
As I bent down to reach for my shirt, the bed creaked from behind me.
"Morning, sunshine."
"Fuck off."
"Feisty aren't you?"
I sighed, continuing to gather all my things, except for..
"Looking for these?"
I looked at him, my cheeks flushing as he held up my laced underwear, a matching color to my face.
"Give them here."
"Hm, why don't you come and get them?"
I rolled my eyes, tossing all my other clothes into a pile on his chair, and walking over to him.
I reached for the pair dangling from his hand, but gasped as he gripped my wrist and pulled me on top of him.
"Let go, now."
"Of the panties or you?"
"Both."
He smirked, holding steady eye contact with me as he tossed the panties into the pile.
Before I could pull away his hands moved to rest on the small of my back.
My breath caught in my throat as my eyes bored into his.
His toned muscles flexed as he moved his hand to run his fingers gently across my cheek, sending flutters to all the wrong places.
I looked down, heat rising to my cheeks at the bare view of his perfect body. Small beads of sweat formed on his abs, glistening on his milky-brown skin.
"You know, this would be a pretty great way to wake up every morning. Don't you think?"
"Not interested."
He grinned as he leaned up close, his hot breath grazing my neck.
"Do you really think I believe that?"
"No..."
I narrowed my eyes to meet his deep, ocean- blue orbs that consumed me like suffocating waves. Tentatively, I leaned in, reaching for his locks as I dragged his face up to meet my lips in a fiery burst of passion and hunger.
"But I wish you did."
I allowed him to devour me, over and over again 'til the sun reached the sky, and I was back to drowning myself in his eyes, his lips, and his electrifying touch.
"Tell me, sweetheart."
Soft, stubborn lips attacked my collarbone in a series of small pecks and light but firm kisses.
"Do you still hate me?"
"Yes."
With one last lingering kiss to his lips, I pulled away.
"More than anything."
