𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚, pedri

❝ i hope i never lose you. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

"Wake up, wake up, wake up." The tiny woman's voice rings as I try to sleep peacefully as it is literally the sunrise. Okay, maybe not literally but it's still too early.

"Leave me alone, Larsen." I grunt as I try to push her away from me. I fail and she keeps shaking me. She's not strong enough to push me fully so I act unbothered and try to sleep through it.

I thought she stopped for a moment, I should've known better. I feel her weight over my body. She's light as a feather, nothing compared to my weights at the gym. Which means I can simply ignore her again.

She then presses a kiss over my cheek, her soft, heavenly lips that them are much more difficult to ignore. She then whispers into my ear. "I'm not wearing any underwear."

I immediately jump up, and grab her by the waist, keeping her safely over me. "You're awake." She exclaims, not as shocked as you would expect her to be.

"And you're wearing underwear." I point out, seeing the black panties she has on that are matching with her bra. I'd so rip them off her if she'd let me.

The hint of a smirk appears on her lips. "Had to get you awake in a way. Hadn't I?" I roll my eyes playfully before pulling her deep into a kiss.

Her hair is wet as I slip my hands into it gently and I'm assuming she's taken a shower. She smells her usual jasmine smell that always sends me.

"You smell so good, aceituna." I compliment. She smiles over my lips. She slightly bites my lower lip, looking me straight in the eyes as we take a break from making out.

Her eyes can talk even more than her words sometimes. I can actually read them. They're full of confidence and proudness.

I'm about to kiss her again until the door swings open. Olive immediately jumps up and onto the ground and I just lift the blanket up to try and hide my naked stomach.

Aya's smart though. And it doesn't take a genius to know what was happening here. "It's nine in the morning." She says in disgust.

"What's up, kit?" Olive asks straight to the point. Why does she nickname her kit? It has literally nothing to do with Aya. Or their family name. It's probably an inside joke of a sort.

"Maisie landed. She's craving a bar tartine brunch." The littlest El Helou woman informs. Olive tells her we'll be right down.

Aya then leaves with those words but not before giving me a wink to 'go get it'. I laugh while Olive just rolls her eyes.

"Move it now, González. Can't have my sister thinking we're having sex up here while she's waiting downstairs." She orders.

I listen to her because as much as I've convinced myself that Olive is not that scary anymore, I will forever have this little part of me who'll always be scared of the woman.

I slip on my socks and stand up, making my way towards our baggage with clothes to pick some. I grab a random short and shirt and put them on while Olive gets dressed in the other corner.

I'm about to put the shirt on but her words stop me. "Put the white one." She tells me. I look at her and she's not even paying attention to me, too busy with her own clothes. How'd she know my choice of clothes and what I should wear!?

I honestly don't bother questioning myself, we've well settled that the woman is out of this world. "Yes, ma'am." I answer.

I throw my red shirt back in and grab my white one instead. I finish getting ready way earlier than the woman, even though she's been awake much longer and has started her routine before me.