"Hm. Is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes."
Costa nodded, reaching his hand up to move a stray piece of hair from my face. "If you ever let another man touch you again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
He spoke so softly yet so ominously...
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"Stop pulling."
"Shut up."
"You're making me cold, maláka." (Asshole)
Instead of replying, he tugged on the duvet again, pulling it off me again.
"Costa!"
"Shit, I give up. Truce. Just come closer." He sighed, his voice thick and gravelly with sleep. He stretched his bare tattooed arm in my direction as if to beckon me closer.
We'd been having the same argument all fucking night.
We wanted to stay as far as possible from each other but that meant the duvet wasn't big enough for us both. Costa stayed on one side of the king size bed and I stayed on the other but we were still constantly arguing.
We argued all night.
It's not how I pictured my wedding night going, that's for sure.
For the sake of getting another few hours of sleep, I rolled closer to the nonexistent pillow wall which had come apart during our night of tug of war. We had pillows everywhere in the bed and one even ended up on the floor when Costa kicked it off in frustration.
By now I could see the sun peaking through underneath the curtains. I had no idea what time it was, but I felt like I barely slept a wink.
The heavenly peace, quiet and warmth felt like it lasted less than an hour before it was interrupted, again.
This time it was interrupted by the lingering scent of his cologne that suddenly became so much stronger.
I cracked an eye open to see Costa suddenly only inches away from me in the middle of the bed. "Ew! Get the hell away from me." I instinctively shoved against his firm chest and his eyes lazily fluttered open.
"Don't touch me." He murmured, his voice thick with sleep. It would have been incredibly sexy if I wasn't so irritable.
"Then go back to your side." I shoved against his chest again, only for him to roughly grab my wrists. Even with very little sleep his reflexes were quick - much quicker than mine ever could be.
"Do you ever listen? I called a truce." His sleepy green eyes were full of annoyance. I tried to tug my wrists out of his grip, but it was no use. He applied a gentle pressure - not enough to hurt me, just enough to tire me out.
"That truce was over you tugging the covers off me. Calling a truce doesn't mean you're allowed to come closer after you destroyed the pillow wall, idiot."
