My Mister

Chapter 43

As Mia slept peacefully on his lap, Sebastian gently pulled the small blanket that had covered them both, tucking it snugly around her form, leaving only her head exposed to the soft glow of the room. With the TV now muted, the only sound was the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of the blanket.

The warm, cozy atmosphere enveloped them, casting a serene ambiance over the space. Bathed in the gentle light filtering in from the kitchen, Sebastian found himself captivated by Mia's serene expression as she slept. With a tender touch, he brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, his gaze lingering on her features with fondness.

As the tranquility of the moment washed over him, Sebastian felt his eyelids growing heavy. The comforting presence of Mia beside him, the soft glow of the room, and the gentle rhythm of her breathing all lulled him into a state of relaxation. With a contented sigh, he settled back against the couch, allowing himself to succumb to sleep's gentle embrace, their intertwined dreams carrying them through the night.

Mia's eyes fluttered open to the soft light filtering through the curtains, signaling the arrival of a new day. As she stirred, she gradually became aware of her surroundings, her gaze falling upon the figure beside her. Sebastian was still asleep, his features relaxed in slumber, and Mia couldn't help but feel a surge of fondness as she watched him.

However, as she shifted to sit up, Mia suddenly realized her precarious position—resting on Sebastian's lap. She gasped softly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the thought of having slept in such an awkward position. How had she ended up here? And more importantly, had Sebastian been uncomfortable all night?

Determined not to disturb his rest, Mia carefully maneuvered into a kneeling position on the couch, intending to gently guide Sebastian into a more comfortable sleeping arrangement. But just as she reached out to support him, a sudden shift in her weight sent her off balance.

Before she could react, Mia felt herself toppling forward, her body colliding with Sebastian's as they both tumbled onto the couch in a tangled heap. A startled yelp escaped her lips as she landed on top of him, her heart racing with the unexpected turn of events.

For a moment, they lay there in a state of disarray, limbs entwined and breaths mingling in the air between them. Mia's cheeks burned with embarrassment, unsure of how to extricate herself from their current predicament.

With a soft groan, Sebastian began to stir, his eyes fluttering open as he registered the weight on top of him. His gaze met Mia's, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as they shared an awkward yet intimate exchange.

Realizing the compromising position they were in, Mia quickly scrambled to sit up, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I-I'm so sorry," she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I didn't mean to... I was just trying to—"

"Enjoying the view?" he teased, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "If you wanted to snuggle, Mia, all you had to do was ask."

Mia's cheeks grew even warmer at his playful remark, and she couldn't help but laugh nervously. "I—I was just trying to get up," she protested, her words stumbling over each other in her haste to explain. "I didn't mean to fall on top of you like that."

Sebastian's laughter joined hers, the sound warm and genuine as he reached out to gently ruffle her hair. "Relax, Mia," he reassured her, his tone light and teasing. "It's not every day that I get to play pillow for a beautiful woman."

Despite her embarrassment, Mia found herself smiling at his words, the tension between them easing with each shared laugh. And as they disentangled themselves from their impromptu tumble, Mia couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth blossoming within her—a newfound closeness that seemed to bridge the gap between them.