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Alonso Ernesto Wilson|23 ❧ Tulum, Mexico ❧
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The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Aurora stirred in her sleep, her senses slowly waking up to the world around her. However, as her consciousness began to surface, a prickling sensation at the back of her neck sent a shiver down her spine. It was as if she could feel someone's gaze fixed upon her.
Blinking her eyes open, Aurora's heart raced as she jolted upright in bed. Her eyes widened in shock as she found herself face to face with none other than Alonso, his intense gaze locked onto her as he watched her sleep. The surprise and intrusion sent a surge of anger coursing through her veins.
"Motherfucker! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Aurora practically shouted, her voice a mixture of shock, annoyance, and frustration. She quickly drew the covers around herself, her expression fierce as she glared at Alonso.
Alonso, seemingly unfazed by her outburst, leaned back slightly with an amused grin playing on his lips. "Well, good morning to you too, princess."
"Don't you 'princess' me, you fucking stalker! Were you seriously watching me sleep?!" Aurora's voice crackled with anger as her eyes blazed with indignation.
"It's way too early in the morning for all this yelling, so chill and get your ass up and dressed," Alonso waved her off, his knuckles pressing into the mattress as he looked up at her. His eyes roved over her disheveled morning appearance, and he couldn't help but bite down on his lip, finding her sleepy look oddly alluring.
"Alonso, get dressed for what? I'm not going anywhere with you, and I already have a date planned. You're ruining it," Aurora retorted, rolling her eyes at his interruption.
"A date with who?" Alonso's voice turned sharp, his brows furrowing as he stared at her.
"A date with that nigga, Jairo? Don't let Dawn get you fucked up. Stop playing with me," his tone grew aggressive as he grabbed her by the legs, yanking her down onto the bed towards him. Aurora squealed, her lips curling into a teasing smirk as she met his gaze while he trapped her in between his strong arms.
Aurora's heart raced at the sudden change in demeanor, the hood edge he exuded only adding to the charged atmosphere. She could feel the intense energy between them, a mixture of irritation, attraction, and a hint of danger. Despite her earlier protests, she found herself oddly drawn to this side of Alonso – the assertive, take-charge attitude that contrasted with his usual laid-back demeanor.
