Damn My Heart

Chapter 7

Becky's P.O.V.

I tried to roll around to shut the damn alarm but there was something heavy on my leg. When I managed to open my eyes, I saw it was Freen's leg and that was the moment that I noticed she had her arm snaked around my abs and was snuggled up to me, her face buried in the crook of my neck. I could smell the vanilla fragrance of her hair hitting my nose. The said "pillow" lay forgotten somewhere at the foot of the bed I guess. 

Considering that she looked utterly at ease in my arms, I decided to let her be and Very Carefully maneuvered my hand to switch off the alarm. While I was resting my arm behind my head, she stirred and I closed my eyes, not wanting her to know that I'd witnessed this.

Such a fool I was to do that.

Because as soon as she got to her sense, she shrieked. She. Fucking. Shrieked. and pushed me off the bed. My hips hit the ground and it hurt.

"What the---?" 

"Pervert! How could you!?" she cut me off.

I got up and was trying to sit on the bed when she tried to push me again. 
Okay this was not gonna happen again. So I got up before she could do anything and maneuvered  myself on top of her pinning her hands down on both sides.

"Stop it Sarocha!" I said a little agrressively to shut her down. It worked.

"I? Did not do anything. And if you hadn't gathered that it was YOU who was clinging to me then you need to THINK again what you saw. Now I'm going to let you go and you are NOT going to push me again. Okay?"

She nodded hesitantly.

I released her hands and stood up quietly making my way to the bathroom.

.................................

When I came out, she wasn't in the bedroom so I made my way to the kitchen with my phone in my hand hoping to make some coffee before starting the day. 

"Coffee?" her voice made my eyes go up and settle on the two cups of coffee on the kitchen counter. 

She slid the mug towards me, took her own cup and hopped onto the counter. 

*Well .... *

I took a sip and just as it hit the taste buds, my brain started to function much better. I stood there leaning against the wall and watched her intently. She had changed into a loose boxer shorts and t shirt, her hair looked dishvelled, just the way they are supposed to after a good night's sleep but there was something about them that made it harder to look away. Her lips looked soft and plump, and it took a while before my eyes made contact with hers, only to find she had been staring at me all along. 

"The staring's becoming a bit too obvious don't you think?" she says.

Oh thank god. This was the first time in last three days that she had spoken something like that to me. 

"Mine or yours' ?" I replied suggestively.

"God you are such a -"

"Such a what?" my face contorting into a grin as she finds the right word,

"Such a self obsessed hot jock!" and her eyes panicking as soon as the words get out of her mouth.

I wouldn't leave the opportunity for the world.

"So....you find me hot?" I grinned shamelessly.

I could see the red coloring her cheeks but just when I wanted to say something, the phone rang.
Damn it! I looked, my lawyer was calling.