His obsession

Chapter 27 - Destruction

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The next day
Porsche pov
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A warm, humid breeze came through the window and touched my skin, making me shiver, and I nuzzled in bed. I frowned when, instead of a soft mattress, I met with a solid one. But it's so warm that I feel like I'm going to melt. I nuzzled into it more, and wow, it's smooth too. But why would a bed be smooth? It feels good, though. I ran my hand over the bed to feel the smoothness and pressed it. It's a little bit soft too. What kind of bed is it? I squeezed the bed, and it groaned.
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Huh? The bed, what? Groaned? I laughed in my mind. I must be crazy. Why would a bed groan? I think I'm hearing things because of my drowsiness. Let's resume what I was doing. It felt nice. I squeezed the bed again and heard another groan.

T-the bed is really groa-ning. All of a sudden, the bed moved and pulled me closer to it. The bed has hands too. Okay, something is not fitting right. Let's investigate. The bed groans, it moves, and it has hands. If we put all these things together, we find that IT'S NOT A FREAKING BED.

I shot open my eyes and met with a big, bare chest. Wow, it's droolable and lickable too. Ah no. Snapback, Porsche; it's not what's important now. It didn't take me a second to figure out in whose arms I was. But what's important is how I ended up in the devil's arms. I clearly remember making a boundary with pillows between us and warning Kinn not to cross it before falling asleep. Did kinn cross it? How dare he? But what if it's me who did it? OMG, a horror movie. What the actual fuck happened after I fell asleep?

Okay, let's get up first and then think. I tried to get up but failed as kinn tightened his grip on me. My heart started to beat first when my mind finally registered in what position we were. I'm on top of kinn, and he has his hands wrapped around my waist. My head is on his chest, and I can hear his heartbeat, which is beating at a steady pace. It sounds like a melody. His embrace is really warm. That's why I was feeling like I was going to melt.

My eyes fell on my hand, which was resting on kinn chest comfortably. Like this is where it belongs. But wait. This is not what I'm thinking, is it? Th-the thing I-I was squ-eezing was his chest. Freaking his chest. Woah, someone, please kill me. But it felt amazing, though. You freaking pervert. Shut up. I need to get up before he wakes up. Knowing him, God knows what he would do if he saw us in this position.

I tried to break free from his arms but failed miserably. I tried a few more times, but it was futile attempt. I stopped trying and laid back on his chest. Okay, it's confirmed. This bastard is made of rock.

I slowly looked up and stared at Kinn, who was sleeping peacefully, like an innocent tiger. He looks handsome when he is asleep. Well, I hate to admit it, but truth be told, he is always handsome. He looks less dangerous now. It has been a while since I looked at him from this close. I extended my hand and traced his perfect button nose, his long eyelashes, which were too long, and his sharp jawline with my finger. Damn, this man is so fine. Everything is good about him until he opens his mouth.

My eyes fell on his lips. And my mind recalled yesterday's event. The way his lips captured mine. The way his tongue danced in my mouth. And the way he bit my lips. I swallowed hard, and my heart started to beat in an irregular rhythm. Stop, you stupid. What am I thinking? I hate it. I hate the fact that I didn't hate the kiss. Instead, I enjoyed it. Something is wrong with me. I think I'm malfunctioning. Without my knowing, my finger traveled to his lips and traced it.

"Don't play with fire; you won't be able to handle it, baby boy," Kinn rasped, making me almost jump.

Since when is he awake? He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. His sleepy eyes are cute. My eyes widened when I felt something poking my thigh. It's not what I'm thinking, right? It's not that.