The Promise

60) Aurora

"Omer, ah! - My fucking privacy! Look away!" I rush out as I jump around the bed, yes in his suit with my smutty book tucked between my arms with him behind me, "You know I can get the exact same book, right dove?" he says blocking my way.

"Yes, and you won't!" I point my index in his direction, he looks at it and grabs my hand tackling me on the bed. I squeal as I try to wriggle out of his steel grip, but in vain. God, what does this man eat.

I was sitting in his room reading (because he urged me to do this saying 'I'm still tired') when he came back while I was reading the smuttiest scene with the perfect definition of a poker face; according to my dictionary apparently because my expression got his attention and I was sooo immersed in how was the main character banging her when I didn't realize he was standing there reading every word over my shoulder.

"Let me read the rest, dove." "No!" he smirks, "Why not?" "Because my books, my privacy. It's like I'm showing you my underwear!"

"Wouldn't say no to that, though." He grumbles as my eyes widen with him still pinning me down with the book between both our chests. He looks at it between us, I thrash even more because he was getting access to it and my t-shirt (his previously, mine now) rolls up to my tummy exposing the skin there and my tiny red polka dot shorts.

He gets one look at it and starts shaking with laughter, "Don't you dare make fun of my shorts, I'm warning you!" "I won't, they're adorable." He says voice thick with laughter, this gets my attention. How all the people say that he's ice man and gives blah blah no reaction when he's literally a teddy bear in my presence; giving me his heart melting smiles or letting down his guard by showing his real self.

He takes advantage of my distraction and grabs the book lifting himself from on top of me, "No!" he's standing with his back to me opening to where I added the bookmark. I rush and try to get it from behind his back on my tiptoes, when he suddenly spins and dips his body carrying me like a sack of potatoes on his shoulder while still reading.

"OMER!" I yell and I stick out my index and thumb fingers as if I'm using a fatal weapon and pinch his ass, if I pinched a rock, it will be softer than that. I kick and squirm when a gasp leaves my mouth as a sound of slap! Fills the room followed by heat surging up my butt. He fucking spanked me. Again. I widen my eyes then scrunch my face as I pound on his back, "You don't get to SPANK ME, OMER MUGHRABI!" "Um, why not?" "Because it's against the rules." "Mhmm, didn't remember we put those." He quips as he flips the page and flips my body on the bed as if he's placing a pillow.

I grab for the book when he lays next to me on his side placing his thigh on top of both my legs and grabs my face not harshly, but firmly. I stop thrashing as I look at him, "Let me read it with you, I won't talk about it." he murmurs and I'm not going to be tricked by this cuteness so, I shake my head.

"I'll read it out loud if you didn't let me read it with you, then." He says and I widen my eyes, "Fine!" he smiles squeezing my cheeks, now my mouth looks like a duck's beak and he places a smooch on it as he gives me the book again. He smiles pleased with himself because one, he took what he wanted and he'll read the freaking scene and two, he stunned me into silence. Why can't I move my body? I know if he removed his thigh, I won't be able to move too.

I open the scene and we both read in silence, I let my eyes glance at him every while and smile. He's so focused, I smooth my thumb across his brows and he drags his eyes up to mine "you'll get 111 between your brows from frowning all the time." I murmur and he relaxes his face, I smile as I lift my head pecking is cheekbone then go back to the book. He stares at my face for a few seconds then goes back to reading again.

We stay like that for a while, then this while turns to the whole day. We just readjust our positions so we're comfortable. I look up to find it's already night time. The sound of faint music and the lights of the parties come from outside, but I'd rather spend my time here; comfortable, doing the things I love with the person I feel happy around.

I look at him, he's wearing his glasses now and he looks back at me; I'm lying with the back of my head on his chest now and he's sitting with his legs crossed as it supports my legs against his. If any two people who have our thing are in our place now, they won't be keeping their hands to themselves because yes, I admit it everything is intimate right now; my attire, our cuddling position, the smutty book we're reading and my face mere inches away from his, but all of this gives off peaceful vibes not sultry ones right now.

"You want to stop and rant?" I ask softly, he nods and I place the bookmark sitting up. "So?" I raise my brow, "I think I have a problem with imagining 'he purred' like for real how would a man purr?" he says confused and I laugh at his clueless face, "and two seriously, they should take it to the next level!" I giggle, "it's about the slow burn, babe." "Yes, but they already did- what did you say?"

I giggle again like the typical teenager, "I said, babe." His face breaks into the prettiest smile, "yes, I get the huge concept of slow burn now" he says and looks outside taking off his glasses, "You don't want to go to any party of those?" "Do you?" he shakes his head, "I'd rather stay here with you, but if you want, we can go, but you'll eat something first."

I smile back at him, "then, let's eat together here."