Dollface

Part 45

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The next morning I wake up with my shirt buttoned up, my body wrapped in sheets. The second I remember what happened last night, my heart flutters and butterflies fill my stomach.

I couldn't help but smile as my cheeks blushed uncontrollably, but I hadn't even opened my eyes yet. I reach out my arm to search the bed, sliding my fingers along the soft sheets, only to find it empty.

My eyebrows furrow as I open my eyes and use my arms to sit up. Immediately my face softens as I notice Simon sitting at the edge of the bed, playing with something.

My smile grows at the sight of his bare, muscular back, in just his boxers. I boldly crawl over, wrapping my arms around him from behind with a small giggle, he doesn't even flinch, he kind of sees it coming like he always does.

I: Hi.

I playfully kissed his shoulder down to his neck. I have no idea where this confidence came from, but something told me it had something to do with last night and him opening up to me.

S: Why do you wear that all the time?

I look down at his hands delicately holding my mother's necklace.

I: My mother gave it to me when I was 5... she wanted to live a normal life so my father left her.

A lump forms in my throat, images of her flash through my brain. Her laugh, her eyes, her smile.

I: Me and my sister too.

Simln stays quiet, admiring the piece of jewelry while I gather the courage to continue.

I: I don't know where she is now, she probably changed her name and identity.

I sigh, holding back the tears that form when I bring up this sensitive subject. Although I've hardly ever brought it up, only with my sister when I'm upset.

I: She said as long as I wear it, she'll always be with me. And since I've been constantly moving and never date one person for more than a month, having it with me helps me deal with it better.

It was silent for a moment, but then he turned his head to mine, resting on his shoulder. He looked at me with... is that sympathy? I smile ever so slightly before kissing him on the cheek.

I: Well, until now.

We get lost in each other's eyes, his were pure and endless. Sometimes they could be terrifying, but then there were times they were soft and mesmerizing. I could go on and on about them.

I: I've had to deal with your ass for about two months now.

A grin spreads across his face at my snarky remark.

S: And I had to deal with your smart-ass little ass.

He kisses my lips a few times before pulling away and placing my necklace back on the nightstand.

S: Johnny will be here in an hour so you need to get ready, we're flying back to Italy.

I groan and fall back onto the mattress exhausted.

I: Phew, fine. I need a shower though.
S: There's one in there.

He points to the door, which I assumed was a bathroom. I roll off the bed onto my feet and pull down Simon's shirt that reached my thighs, a grin comes to my face as mischievous thoughts take over my mind.

I walk around the bed, Simon's head lifts as I stop in front of him.

S: ...what?

Ignoring his question, I instead take both hands and pull him to stand. Then I start to pull him towards the bathroom, causing him to stumble a bit.