Something Always Brings Me Back to You

4) Toxic & Addicting

NOVEMBER 2006
Sophie's POV

"Cristiano?" I repeated, while removing my jewelry and placing it on the dresser in his room. Since my parents had been consistently unsupportive of my dream for writing and I was getting increasingly angry with them, I'd begun spending more and more days and nights at Cristiano's house. He didn't seem to mind.

He ignored me, he was busy playing with his phone, or texting someone.

"Cristiano." I said more loudly and firmly. I took off my dress and hung it up, now wearing just my bra and panties.

"CRISTIANO." I spoke very loudly and walked over to his side of the bed, where he was lying how, on top of the covers, still in his Man U training clothes. I got very close to him so he could see what I was wearing. Or, more accurately, what I wasn't.

"Yes." He suddenly replied, dropping his phone into his lap and looking up at me, though his eyes rested on my boobs. I moved his chin upwards so his eyes met mine.

"I said, I can't go to your match this weekend because of my new job but I can go to the match the weekend after, if you'd like." I had recently gotten work at a bookstore, shelving books and helping people find them. It didn't pay much, but it felt good to earn my own money and be around books all the time. I couldn't get many good jobs with no college education, so I was lucky to get this job too.

I smiled at Cristiano and moved away from him, back towards the dresser. I knew his eyes were following my ass, but I decided to ignore it.

"Of course, but I want you to come to both." He said, pouting a little bit. He got up and walked over to me as I pulled on one of his big white tee shirts.

I put my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. "You know I wish I could, Cris but I have work."

"Quit." He responded. I moved from his embrace towards the bathroom and he started taking off his gym clothes to get changed as well.

I laughed a little. "Cris, I can't just quit my job. It may not pay very much, but I don't want to have to live off of you."

"I don't mind, really." He said eagerly, following me into the bathroom. He was just wearing sweatpants and I exercised my self control by willing myself not to stare at his perfectly toned chest and abs.

"But I wouldn't feel good about it." I smiled and walked over to him.

"You're so different from other girls." He half-smiled at me, shaking his head.

"Is that a good thing?" I moved to brush my hair in front of the mirror.

"Very." He came up behind me and started placing gentle and thoughtful kisses up my shoulder, over my neck and my jawline.

Once his lips gently touched the very edge of my mouth, I dropped my brush quickly and turned around. I put one hand around his neck and the other around his waist. He put both hands on the counter of the bathroom, surrounding me and pushed me against the hard marble surface. We kissed passionately and aggressively for a while before he removed my shirt and carried me bridal style into bed, kissing my neck all the way.

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THE NEXT MORNING

"Do you have to go, nena?" Cristiano complained from the bed as I put my drop earrings in.

"Yes, I'm sorry and believe me I don't want to. But you want me to live with you, right?" I sat on the edge of the bed on his side and looked at him. He lay on his back, one knee bent and one arm outstretched by his side, his other hand on his forehead, before he moved it to place it on top of mine.