Dollface

Part 49

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The next morning was...quiet. I woke up and felt the steady rise and fall of Simon's muscular chest under my palm, I peered up at him and found his eyes closed and frowning, the usual. I gradually started to think about last night and sighed, my finger tracing his collarbone ever so lightly, not disturbing him.

He was always there when I tried to climb that tree. The memories were hazy, but with the scar on my waist, it was inevitable to remember. If someone told me that he was the one who always carried me back after I fell when we first met, I probably would have denied it.

Then again, that wasn't even when we first met. He's known me for eleven years...and I didn't even know it.

I was so convinced that he was just a heartless and emotionless asshole, a psychopath even. He just hates showing his emotions and is too good at hiding them, which makes me sad.

My lips gently kiss the skin of his neck, then his cheek, the hinge of his jaw, and finally his lips. My head then rests on his shoulder as I bring my leg over his waist and snuggle closer to him.

S: Are you cuddling?

His hoarse, scratchy voice asks me slowly. I was used to his sudden attention, so I give a quick nod and wrap my arms around his collarbone.

There was silence for a moment until he sighed wearily.

S: I allow it.

I don't know why, but the way he said it made me laugh.

S: What's funny?
I: You.

I giggle.

I: You're trying to hide that you really like it.
S: Allowing it doesn't mean I like it.
I: Sure?
S: Hm.
I: Good.

I start to move away from him when his arm quickly grabs me just before I get up from the bed. I then immediately rolled onto his body where he straddled me on his waist.

S: You're not going anywhere.
I: *giggle* then admit it.
S: There's nothing to admit.
I: Yes, there is! You like to cuddle, but you just don't admit it.

I poke his bare chest teasingly, knowing full well he's lying.

S: You're way over your head, Isa.

He stares at me with an irritated frown.

I: Am I?

I run my fingers through his hair as I place small, loving kisses just under his jaw. He lets his hands wander down my back as I continue to kiss his skin until my lips finally fall to his, my gestures sweet, loving and caring, three things Aimom always seemed to lack.

S: I allow that too.

He murmurs against my lips before deepening the kiss and turning us over. He hovers over my body, both of us under the covers as his strong arms slide into a hug behind me.

I let my fingers slide from his shoulders to his back and sighed into his slow, hard kisses. Not for very long though, because after a few seconds he pulls away.

S: I would love to have you all to myself right now baby, but I can't, there are other things I need to do and unfortunately you are not one of them.

I'm completely frozen in shock as he kisses my lips once more before heading to the bathroom.

Rude, I think to myself. But right.

Minutes later he emerges from a shower with a towel around his waist. I look at him with his head against the pillow, he is silent as he rummages through his pockets and pulls out something ordinary, black.