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Waking up beside my hot flatmate in his bed was definitely not on my to-do list. But I guess life surprises us sometimes.
I had woken up a few minutes ago, but I couldn't move. Basically, half of his body was laying on top of me, his face buried in my neck, and his breath constantly tickling my skin. He wasn't awake yet, and I didn't want to wake him up, just for a little more time so I could avoid the humiliation for now.
After our last night shenanigans, I was too tired and Vincenzo was kind enough to make me wear my clothes again, he then also carried me to his bed because I didn't want to walk like the lazy ass bitch I was.
As much as I didn't regret anything that happened between us last night, a strange fear was set in my heart. It was almost like a gut feeling, asking me not to continue this any longer. But what did I had to lose? Worst case scenario, I'd fall in love with him and he'd end up breaking my heart. But that was barely possible, since I, Seo Hajoon, was never the one to fall in love. Maybe it was because of the attachment issues I had, always feeling the need to push people away before I get too attached. Yeah, it was probably that.
At the end of every debate, the question still stood strong- Should I or should I not continue this?
Would he even want to continue this?
Being lost in too many thoughts, I didn't realize it when he started squirming in his position. I only came back to reality when he let out a deep sleepy groan and nuzzled his face more into the crook of my neck. I almost smiled at how cute he was being, just the exact opposite of how he was last night. This duality of him was what attracted me to him the most.
I lifted my head up just a little- so he wouldn't wake up- and looked at the clock. 7:32, it read. Since it was the time I usually woke up in the morning, I tried to slip out of his arms, ready to get going with my daily routine. I tried to pull away, but the heavy monster beside me kept his grip on my waist strong, head moving to rest on my chest.
I sighed, deciding to wake him up now. There was no point in postponing the embarrassment, the sooner it's over, the better. "Vincenzo." I whispered into his ear softly, trying to wake him. His lips fluttered and he moved, groaning a sleepy whine into my chest. I let out a breathy chuckle at his behaviour. He was acting like a little princess. Or principessa, as they called it in Italian. I read it in an Italian mafia romance novel once.
"Hey, wake up." I patted his shoulder. He stirred in his position, now untangling himself from me and turning to lay on his back, facing the ceiling. I took this as an opportunity to sneakily walk out of his room. But when I did make a move to sit up, a grab on my forearm stopped me.
"Where are you going?" He spoke in his grumbly morning voice, sending butterflies down my stomach. My breath hitched and I turned to look at him. His eyes were closed, but he was fully awake and aware of his surroundings.
