❗️Mature❗️ The weight of his fingers inside the wet mess in my core made me lose control, I didn't even know my body could do things like that.
He went faster, and faster and faster. Until I was practically moaning his name, and the look in his eyes...
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P.O.V Angelina
We'd both fell asleep in each other's arms. His hand was wrapped around my waist and my head was on his chest.
I was so comfortable that I didn't even realized I'd fallen asleep until I woke up.
When I'd awakened he wasn't there and I didn't blame him, it was already 12:00 in the afternoon. I'd slept really good last night, especially with him by my side.
Though what he said last night caught me off guard.
Yes I'm going to admit it again, I think I'm in love with him, and he didn't say he hadn't loved me back —yet— but something in his voice, something in his eyes told me something different.
He said everything, but the three words I needed him to say, the three words I needed him to mean.
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After I took a shower, I went to the living room only to see, Ivan, Angelo and Levi sitting on the couch.
"Oh my gosh, hi!" I yelled in excitement, and ran to hug Angelo.
"Good evening to you too." Ivan said with a smile.
I sat in the middle of both them, "It feels like I haven't seen you guys like in forever. I forgot how you looked!" Honestly it did take me a second to realize who the hell was sitting on the couch.
"We saw you a week ago, and how could you forget a face like this" Angelo joked, and I laughed out loud.
That felt like more than a week. Either way, a week is too long.
"I'll be glad if I didn't see your face for a month." I said sarcastically.
He gasp, "One day you'll regret that."
And I laughed again.
We sat there and talked for about ten minutes, while Levi just scrolled on his phone.
"So how are you and Nicolas going. I hope he isn't giving you too much trouble."
I don't know how to answer that question. On one hand, Nicolas has pissed me off countless of times. But he has also made me feel a way no one has ever made me feel before.
This feeling for him scares me, and I hope it scares him too.
And no matter how much I tried to evade the thought that I was indeed a captive, I couldn't. Every time I looked around, I just saw a glamorous prison. Instead of steel jail bars, I saw chandeliers, instead of prison guards, I saw the most good looking guy I have even seen. Even though I tried to convince myself that I stayed by choice, that it was my choice to stay and help them—even though I hadn't been given a choice and I haven't done much helping, thanks to almost everyone.
"It isn't that bad. I barely see him during the day, or ever." I lied.
They laughed, "Typical Nicolas, always working. I am convinced that he would get married to his work one day."
I started laughing with them, although I didn't find the joke funny.
He probably just loves his work, it doesn't make him a monster, he probably just doesn't like to communicate with other people. His mind is just in a different place, and everybody just needs to give him some space.
"What are you guys doing here anyway?" I asked switching the subject.
"The house is finished, and we'll have to move back into it soon." Angelo answered.
Oh. I can't tell if I'm sad or not. But I sure will kind of miss the time Nicolas and I spent together, alone.
