Dollface

Part 85

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I wake up somewhere in the middle of Spain, surrounded by miles of countryside, in the middle of nowhere. Warm sunlight shines through the sheer curtains of the window and hits my face like a peaceful wake-up call.

The sudden brightness makes my eyes close as soon as I open them and all I have to do is rub them and open them again. My eyes meet the clear blue sky outside, a beautiful view that I would have liked to have appreciated more in Italy.

However, despite the bright ray of sunshine warming my bare back, accompanied only by a white lace bra, I still felt a cool breeze down one side of my body.

When my brain finally begins to wake up, I notice that half of the blanket was mostly bunched up on one side of the bed, and when I turn my head, of course Simon is lying there, fast asleep and not a care in the world.

Nothing compares to the sight of him sleeping soundly, with his curls all unkempt and splayed across the pillow, and his arm clutching the blanket tightly to his chest, and his brows drawn together in a frown ; something I have learned to love very much. But at the moment I can hardly admire it all because my first instinct is to be irritable.

Here I am, almost falling over the edge of this unusually large king-size bed, with half a body lacking any material to cover my near-nakedness, and a boyfriend who is as carefree as ever.

Phew, it's still too early in the morning for that.

With a tug on my arm, I grab the blanket and try to pull it over, but Simon's large body is weighing down on it so it's just no use, and my body has so little energy that I can't even bother over it to go and pick up the spare blanket, which had obviously been kicked over the farthest side of the bed onto the floor.

As I turn my head back to my bedside table, I look at the digital clock and see that it's 9:23, oh god, which means we missed another nap.

We've been doing this a lot lately since my father died and left me half of his billions, and the rest Emily, Simon kept insisting that we spend it on security, one of which is this huge house in the middle in the middle of nowhere.

And all the last three weeks have consisted of sex, eating, naps around 3pm and waking up at absurd hours of the morning, and more sex, it's been going on for a while now and I can't say I'm complaining or ashamed, but This has to end sooner or later. I can't sleep 18 hours a day as much as I want.

After seeing the time, I bury my face in the pillow and groan tiredly. I consider staying like that and just going back to sleep, but the lack of oxygen I can breathe isn't exactly ideal, so I turn my head back to Simon.

As my eyes turn away from him, they surprisingly meet his, staring back, tired and exhausted, one of them healing from the mess I'd rather forget from three weeks ago. His right eye had a healing bruise just above his cheekbone that was slowly fading its green color, while his left eye had a taped cut just below his brow.

S: Quite the view.

He croaks, his hoarse morning voice very prominent.

What? As he grins, I'm confused at first, but then I see his gaze wandering down my half-covered side, wearing only a bra and cotton shorts, I roll my eyes at his snarky remark, tuck the covers back in and try to to pull on it.

I: You stole the blanket.

When I see he doesn't move, I let go of her and let my tired limbs fall weakly against the mattress again.

S: It's not a problem if you just come closer, love.

The fact that he's already a flirtatious asshole doesn't exactly make my blood boil, but at a low level.