Gianna Westbury is an overachiever who grew up following orders to accomplish the dream that was already made for her. Become successful in a medical field, just like her parents and siblings. She was reminded of this every day of her life, resultin...
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Gianna was woken up by something wet and slimy moving along the back of her hand. She let out a groan and attempted to move, but was stopped by the feel of soft warm skin. Her eyes popped open and landed on Donte who was fast asleep, one arm outstretched on the back of the couch while the other was secured around her waist. His head was tilted back as light snores left his lips.
She sighed and gently shook his arm to wake him up. The man woke up after a few seconds, his eyes slowly opening and his arm loosening from around her. When the realization hit him, he sat up straight and brought his hand up to rub his eyes. "Fuck."
"Yeah." The sun was peeking in through her blinds so she knew it was good well into the morning. She reached for her phone on the side table, pressing the side button to read the home screen. "Shit, it's ten. What time do you have to be at the center?"
"Not even that. I have night practice, but I do have a meeting with my manager at like twelve. Shit, lemme get up." He stood to his feet and did a big stretch, "My bad. I probably should've just left. Knowing my ass was tired." He chuckled.
"No, it's fine. As long as you didn't sleep through anything important." She assured him, "Chamomile and Juniper oil is no joke."
"I can see that now." He reached down to pet Snow as she stood to her feet. "I'm gonna leave now though. Thank you for last night. I appreciate it, forreal. Haven't had a proper meal like that in a minute."
"No problem. Let me make you a plate to go and—"
"Nah, don't even. I'll stop by later for them."
"Just want a reason to see me again, huh?" Gianna teased and he shrugged carelessly.
"Ain't no shame in my game. Where's your bathroom though? I gotta piss."
"Down the hall. Second door on your left." She told him, watching him walk off—still shirtless— before adding, "There's a spare toothbrush in the cabinet by the way."
Donte stopped in his tracks and turned to give her a look. "You tryna say my breath stink?"
"Just a bit." She admitted and he dramatically gasped, making her laugh. "But hey, we're both in the same boat. I'm gonna go brush mine now."
"Please do." He responded saucily as he sauntered down the hallway.
"Shut up." She snorted out a laugh just as he entered the bathroom. It was clean and tidy as he expected, everything in the black and white marble theme.
After letting out his bladder, the man washed his hands and then proceeded to brush his teeth with the brand-new toothbrush he had found. It was never his intention to fall asleep at Gianna's but he couldn't help himself.
Firstly, she fed him amazing food that he hadn't tasted since visiting his mom a few weeks ago, gave him tea to help with sleeping, and even gave him a massage. Admittedly, that massage had him feeling some type of way. The way her hands just slowly and sensually glided along his skin, the warm oil amplifying the feeling.
