Dalaric "Ricky" Mikael was known for two things; being the country's best assassin and being a silent brute.
His demons enveloped him in darkness and he saw no light at the end of any tunnel.
Until a girl, who's weird and wears nothing but a pair of...
"Because one believes in oneself, one doesn't try to convince others. Because one is content with oneself, one doesn't need others' approval. Because one accepts oneself, the whole world accepts him or her."
- Lao Tzu
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I trace each of the perfectly chiseled packs on Dalaric's abdomen while lying on his firm body as his strong hands are wrapped around me like a cage.
A cage that I don't want to escape.
My fingers try and find his eighth pack but fail to do so. I'll have to talk to him about that.
Maybe he's not the fittest after all. Nothing compared to my ten-pack.
Dalaric looks handsome as he sleeps. I'm contemplating on calling the cops to arrest him for being too beautiful. His lips are slightly jutted out so adorably as I skim my fingertips on the pink skin. I also smooth out his eyebrows and pout when I see his long eyelashes. Not fair.
If Dalaric was a girl, he'd be one of the pretty and popular ones. He'd be a nice girl. I don't think we'd be friends then.
I'm wearing his hoodie on top of a sports bra and black leggings that I had stuffed into my work bag. I don't really have many clothes. Now I have his whole closet.
He shuffles under me as I gaze at him, my arms crossed on his muscular, tanned chest. I don't know why he takes off his shirt when it's so cold in here but I'm not going to complain anytime soon. I woke up shivering in the middle of the night so I crawled on top of him, letting him wrap us in a burrito.
Dalaric's a light sleeper who seems to like cuddles.
One swirly grey eye pops open as I kiss it. I play with a strand of his curly hair, result of me opening them before we slept. It just smells so good. He's trimmed it shorter so it reaches just below his ears and a few caramel strands fall over his forehead.
Swoon.
Dalaric tightens his hold on me, turning us so we're laying on our sides, facing each other.
"I have school in an hour."
Dalaric stuffs his face in the crook of my neck, grumbling under his breath. His warm breath tickles my skin and I quietly giggle. He inches one hand under the hoodie, lightly rubbing my back.
Nope, Maya. You have school. School!
Using all my force to escape his hands, I climb on top of him. I giggle as he tries to push me back on the bed. Only then does my face flush red.
