Dollface

Part 48

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The loud voice in my head was hard to get used to, bombarding all my thoughts and replacing them with the question of who on earth would put a price on me and why?

If being the daughter of a successful mafia leader isn't dangerous then I don't know what is.

Once again I'm terribly tired but still unable to sleep, it was 3:56am and all I could do was toss and turn, staring at Simon's sound asleep face was the only thing keeping me sane right now.

It wasn't long before I decided to take a warm shower to calm my body, hoping it would take my mind off things without waking Simom, I lift the covers, roll out of bed and tiptoe to my bathroom.

I let the water from my shower run through my hair, hoping it would calm me down but it didn't. Here I am at four in the morning under a warm splash of water and with my nagging thoughts, no core about my bites or myself in general.

As the shampoo runs out of my hair, the glass door slides open and I cry out in surprise. My first instinct was to cover my body as best I could, but when I see Simon in front of me, a sigh of relief leaves my lips.

I: Jesus, you scared me.

Then I noticed he was still wearing his black boxers and his eyes were visibly tired, the curls on his head were a fluffy mess, but it was... cute, in a way, he still looked absolutely terrifying, don't get me wrong, but cute.

S: What... the hell are you doing?

He folds his arms and leans against the wall, staring at my body before looking back at me.

I: I couldn't sleep.

Then it was quiet, the only sound was the running water. I rub my arms up and down nervously while he looks at me intently with his pretty brown eyes.

I: What?

I ask questioningly with furrowed eyebrows.

S: Nothing, I just wanted to catch a glimpse of my naked woman.

He mutters with a hint of sarcasm, a little grin on his face. His woman. I like that, it made me blush.

I: Just go back to bed, I'll be there in ten minutes.

When he doesn't move, I stare at him questioningly, he stares back like he was thinking about something, holding it in.

I stare at him wide-eyed as he slowly steps in front of me, letting the water envelop him, tears streaming down his broad shoulders like heavenly tears. I stare at him in awe, lips slightly parted.

The wet strands of hair fall to his forehead as he uses his fingers to brush mine off my shoulder. I felt frozen, this time I knew he had actually built up the courage to do something he had never done before. We showered together once, but that was when I initiated it. Now he took the steps he had spoken of earlier, at his own pace.

His hands gently hold my waist and I move closer to him, our bodies pressing together. I could feel the beat of his heart and it was just as fast and strong as mine. Which means he was nervous.

Still, he leans down and gently kisses my lips before pulling away. I smile up at him to show him how proud I was and brush his hair out of his face.

Then he reaches behind me for the shower gel and squeezes a reasonable amount into his hand. Then I got out of the water and he turned to me and rubbed his hands. They start rubbing down my shoulders to my arms, up and down as if he was enjoying the feel of my skin.

I watch his serious face intently as he washes my body, taking his time. Bubbles covered my torso, the smell of coconut filled the small room we were in.