Edge of Seventeen | 18+ { Steve Rogers}

Chapter 8 | Greedy

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-Sif

This chapter is named after Ariana Grande's- Greedy

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Warm early morning rays of the sun beat down his back, shoulders, and neck; Steve's eyes fluttered against the offending light, and he reached over, he checked his phone. He was up an hour and a half before his alarm was supposed to go off. He buried his face into the plush feathery light pillow; the expensive thread count felt amazing against his face; he sighed contently. If he had to guess, sleeping in this king-size bed was like sleeping on a smooth, fluffy white cloud. No wonder he crashed hard the other night and completely slept through Tuesday; at least he had woken up enough to call Human Rescores and let them know he wouldn't be in. Steve allowed himself five more minutes to enjoy the cool sheets gliding against his skin; all too soon, mother nature called, and he had no choice now but to get up. With a groan, he pulled himself to a sitting position on the side of the bed; yawning, he stretched his arms above his head. Then, finally, he stood up, looking around the suite; he's never stayed in a hotel this nice before.

Steve padded across the blue, white, and gray marbled rug. It matched the light gray walls and crisp white trim; the dark wooden nightstands and dresser were beautiful accent pieces. The large imitation potted plant over by the floor-to-ceiling window curtained around lush white billowing fabric, and the beautiful art displayed on the walls added a pop of much-needed color. Much like the bedroom, the sitting room had light gray walls and white trim, and a small navy blue leather sectional sat against the wall in the middle; deep wooden side tables were built around it, and a matching coffee table was in front. Besides the sectional were two plush white chairs with navy blue and gray throw pillows, and a small round wooden table sat between them with a tiny imitation plant. Behind the chairs were four-panel floor-to-ceiling windows framed in lush white fabric; the view of Manhattan was breathtaking. Directly across from the sectional was a massive fifty-five-inch flat-screen tv mounted to the wall; a small wooden entertainment scent sat underneath it. And to the left, through a squared arch, was the entryway, with a wooden table and a little decorative dish in the middle and on the other side a closet. The bathroom doorway was right off the entryway, a large white room with gray and white marble flooring, a doubled floating vanity with white, black, and gray marble top, with two white sink bowls on top and sleek black fixtures, behind that, a large mirror hung on the wall, and the fluffiest towel imaginable folded neatly in the open rectangular vanity. Across from that was the sparkling white porcelain toilet, a floor-to-ceiling two feet in partial width wall separated the gorgeous gray and white marble shower, a bench was built in, a large square shower head hanging directly above the center of the shower, and a control panel on the wall next to a built-in shelf with complimentary shampoos and body wash, all boxed with white glass and sleek black accessories. Lastly, off to the other side of the shower was a large and deep sixty-four-inch Lorane resin freestanding tub a clear cubed table sat next to it, with washcloths, complimentary soaps, and bath bombs, the large tented window starts at the top of the tub looking out over the city allowed the warm natural light to seep into the room.