Dollface

Part 31

Once everything was settled, our clothes in place and sorted out which side of the closet was his and which was mine, I couldn't stand anymore.

I force myself to change, knowing I'll quickly become uncomfortable if I dare sleep in jeans. I've barely managed to take off my shirt when the door opens. I whip my head and see Simon come in and walk to the bed, sitting on the edge and taking off his shoes.

Instantly my face heats up, I was embarrassed that I was now topless, but when Simon also took off his shirt in front of me, I couldn't help but replace those feelings of embarrassment with utter awe. The suntanned skin on his chest was smooth and a noticeable V-line was outlined just above the band of his boxers, which peeked out above the black jeans he was wearing.

I struggled without removing my eyes. I couldn't stop looking at his arms, the elegant swirls of ink covering almost all of his arms, from his shoulders to his wrists and just a few small ones lingering on his ankles.

Simon, on the other hand, was too busy gathering his stuff to pay any attention to the fact that my eyes couldn't tear themselves away from his gorgeous figure.

Then I walk over to the dresser and quietly try to get my things and get dressed for bed as quickly as possible. For obvious reasons, I didn't want to be the center of his attention.

S: Close the curtains when you're ready.

I look at him and nod slowly before scurrying across the hall to the bathroom so I can change in peace without feeling his gaze on me.

Upon returning, I close the curtains and take my place on the right side of the bed, as Simon had already claimed the left, he was lying on his back with his eyes closed, lips slightly parted and eyebrows furrowed. I turn away from him and cover myself with my fair share of the blankets he left me.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, but as I tried to give my mind a break, it started replaying scenes from the kiss earlier today, he kissed me.

Of course, my agitated mind didn't rest there; instead, I repeat the words he said on the plane.

"I'll never fulfill my desires with you, and what a pleasure it would be to see you wrapped in my sheets, all fucked and pretty."

Then finally came the moment when I released the tension in my limbs and my body sank into sleep.

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I wake up a little later in the afternoon and notice the pillow beneath my head feels different. Suddenly my lips part and my eyes shoot open as I realize who I was resting on. I felt my leg brush against his boxers and as if on cue, Simon's rough, hoarse moan escaped his lips.

S: Dollface, don't do that.

He said with his eyes closed, causing my eyes to widen and my cheeks to flush.

I: Shit, I'm sorry.
S: Shh.

He mutters quietly, using a hand against my back to pull me against him.

S: Shut up and go back to sleep.

His good arm wraps tightly around my body, triggering the butterflies in my stomach.

I: Simon, I have to go to the bathroom.

I told him quietly and another groan escaped his lips. I don't think he was aware of what he was doing because his half-asleep conscience betrayed its usual character. Out of nowhere, his hand that was resting on my back slipped behind my bare thigh and wrapped my leg around his waist.

His gestures made me catch my breath but I didn't ask what he was doing.

S: Forget about using the bathroom because I know you don't have to use it, go back to sleep now.
I: How?
S: I'll just do it. Now be quiet and go back to sleep.