𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈
It was bad enough working in a bakery with karens, but being an assistant is probably worse.
Working at Cyber Tech is like highschool all over again. Gossiping girls who point and laugh. I just have to navigate my way through the waters o...
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I wake to kisses being pressed down the length of my neck, to my shoulder. I hum, knowing it's Rhys.
What a nice awakening. I wish it was like this every day.
"What are you doing here?" I whisper.
"Remember when you said that you wanted us to come over and help decorate for Christmas?" I furrow my brows.
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Well, you've got visitors downstairs." He smiles at me.
I groan. "But I'm not even ready."
"Get ready for what? We're not meeting the president." He snorts. I glare at him. "Naomi, they've seen you look worse, okay? A little bed head never hurt anybody."
"I don't want to go out looking like total shit in front of them."
"Naomi, I promise you, you look beautiful as you are." He strokes a strand of hair behind my ear with a soft smile.
I narrow my eyes. "You can't say that. You're my boyfriend." I huff, turning over.
"What, so my opinion is invalid?"
"Exactly." I tuck the blanket up to my chin.
"Now, that's not fair." He leans over me, nipping at my earlobe. I giggle at the feel. "How is my opinion irrelevant, hm?"
"You're my boyfriend, which means you're saying things to make me feel better, therefore, your opinion is irrelevant." I explain to him.
"Oh, is that it?"
"Mhm." I hum, nodding.
"Yeah?" Before I can say anything, he's tickling my sides, making me burst out into laughter.
I try to pry his hands off of me, but I can't, considering I'm laughing. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" I gasp out through laughter. "Okay, okay!" He doesn't stop tickling me. "Your opinion isn't irrelevant!" I yell, and he stops, letting me catch my breath. "Was that necessary?"
"No, but I wanted to hear you say it." He smiles unapologetically at me.
"Ass." I mumble. "Give me, like, twenty minutes to get ready."
"Twenty? Who needs that much time?"
"Me, duh." I roll my eyes. "Besides, I'm barely wearing anything as it is."
He raises a brow. "I'd love to see that." He retorts. Then moves to my ear. "I'd love to see you in less."
I giggle. "I'm sure you would." I turn and press my lips against his.
He pulls away first with a sigh. "As much as I'd love to have sex with you, I'd rather it not be with my brother in your living room." He scrunches his nose. "Or my niece."
"Then I better go get ready." I don't make a move to go. I run my hand up into his hair, pulling him down so my lips connect with his. His hand moves to my hip, pulling me closer to him.
