Crestfallen [COMPLETED]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ - 48

Joanna

I open the fridge groggily, searching for a dessert, perhaps ice cream. So much for midnight cravings.

Alex shuts the fridge, pushing me against it.

"Alex!" I exclaim, giving him a playful yet piercing look.

He cages me against the fridge, not letting me get away from him.

"I thought you were asleep," I tell him, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

"Not anymore," he smiles, stealing a kiss on my cheek, then on the corner of my mouth. I close my eyes, reveling in his touch.

His hands graze my bare thigh, and his touch travels over the expanse of my skin.

"Damn, Jo, you could have done modeling," he says, a hungry gleam in his eyes.

"These mile-long legs," he hisses, caressing the skin of my thigh, his touch sending shivers through me.

I force myself to look at him, despite the effect he's having on me.

"I did," I state.

"You did?" he asks, a surprised look on his face.

"Mhhmmm," I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Why didn't I know about this already?" he asks, curiosity evident in his tone.

"Because it was a catastrophic disaster," I reply, my gaze distant as I recall that time.

"I was selected for this modelling campaign. I was looking for a better gig, and someone I knew suggested modeling because of my height. So, I thought, why not, I needed to pay my rent and tuition fees," I explain, holding back a smile that's threatening to surface.

Alex looks at me, wholely intrigued.

"So I went and posed, and..." I trail off.

"And?" he asks, eager to know more.

"They never called me again," I sigh.

His eyebrows shoot up, clearly confused. "Why?" he asks.

"I fell asleep," I confess.

"You fell asleep?" he repeats, clearly amused by my unexpected confession.

"Yeah," I nod, a slight blush creeping onto my cheeks. "I had to wear this uncomfortable outfit, and the shoot was scheduled for hours. I couldn't take the heat and ended up falling asleep, throughout the shoot," I explain, feeling embarrassed.

Alex bursts into laughter, the sound echoing through the room, and I can't help but join in.

"God, baby, you were such a riot," he chuckles, then his lips find my neck, leaving soft kisses.

"Still are," he finishes, his lips lingering on my skin.

Before I know it, he's slipping off my loose robe, and it lands softly on the floor.

His hungry gaze traces over my cleavage, and I give him a mock-angry look.

"It was an eyesore," he counters playfully.

His lips suck on the area of my neck, and I suppress a moan.

"Just don't leave bite marks," I warn him.

"What? I can't wear anything sleeveless, because all I am covered with, is your hickeys," I reason, a playful glint in my eyes.

"I'll try," he says, his breath and stubble against my neck making me come undone.