The Choice

35) Aurora

"Omer Mughrabi, move your pretty ass from the bed and go put on some clothes." I warn and he slides further into the bed making himself comfortable.

I scoff throwing the shirt in my hand on the bed as I round it gripping his hand pulling him to be flipped around. I let out a yelp as my back hits the mattress.

I grip his arms as he leans over me, "Omer! Come on we have half an hour left." He sighs pulling back, I sit up gripping his face "what's wrong, baby?" I coo and he chuckles, "what?" I ask laughing.

" You know this filter they use to make the person look like a baby; big eyes and chubby cheeks?" I nod and he goes on, "I feel like that whenever you talk to me in this tone." I pinch his forearm lightly and he says quietly, "I feel drained after these gatherings, dove."

I grip my phone and start texting. "what are you doing?" he asks.

"Canceling with Joe."

Me: yo.

Joe: what, belle?

Me: We won't be able to come today. Let us delay it to another time, JOOO.

Joe: (rolls eye) No problem. But keep in mind that you guys are leaving soon so... (side eye emoji)

Me: Noted.

I look up to find Omer staring at me, I raise a brow. He blinks slowly, "you did that?"

I nod, he just stares and I shy away from the intensity of his gaze. My phone pings again and I pick up the phone to see the incoming message.

Joe: is water actually wet?

Me: is this your way to start a conversation?

Joe: I guess?

I smile.

Me: that's a controversial question tho.

Joe: it's wet.

Me: what do you want, Jo.

Joe: what's a marketing intern program?

Me: It's the internship related to the marketing field.

Me: In Omer's company??

Joe: I was just looking stuff up yk.

Me: (suspicious)

Joe: wanted to know more about my big brother (heart shaped eyes emoji)

" It'll be whipped off of your face." I look up when Omer talks startling me, "huh? What's it?" I reply smirking.

"The smile that was on your face."

I snort setting down my phone getting closer to him batting my lashes, "are you jealous, Mr. Mughrabi?"

"Yes."

Another ping and the screan lights up and I see the incoming message.

Joe: Belle, you made me think of new techniques to talk to you. Dang.

I giggle when Omer grabs the phone chucking into the drawer then whirls looking at me. I raise my brows and he does the same.

"You're an ass." I say and he shrugs.

"Well, that was the very first impression you had about me anyways."

I widen my eyes and he chuckles saying, "I heard all of it." As he leans towards me with me backing away, "and saw all of it." 

He keeps leaning in and I say laughing awkwardly, "see what?"

His eyes dip to my lips then back to my eyes again before saying, "when Dionne was kissing and tickling you the first day that I had the urge to push her away and do all of that myself."

"You were creepy yeah, I remember." I laugh, "creepy? Me?" he asks innocently.

"Yes, you! You just appeared out of nowhere and you looked right through my soul, it was SCARY."

"Don't mind an obsessed man." He says laying back closing his eyes and crossing his arms. 

I straddle his waist, "and that laptop thing?"

"I heard you talk to Dionne about it."

"and the key card fiascos."

"that" he points his finger at me, "was a coincidence."

I arch a brow, " and bumping your shoulder into Elio that first meeting?"

"that wasn't a coincidence, one. And two, do not say that fucker's name. And three, the fucker kept looking at you and smiling like an idiot throughout the whole meeting."

I giggle and he glares at me, "you keep smiling like and idiot too."

"okay, I'm your idiot. But no one else can."

I laugh, "and THAT KISS, you stole my first kiss and you had it while I was having a panic attack! You're cruel." I say laughing.

He sits up causing our chests to collide together, "you really have no idea how I was controlling myself not to kiss the air out of your lungs. Every. Single. Day."

I sit there mouth apart and he leans in placing a smooch on my open mouth.

I feel my face heat and close my mouth, "and you found it suitable to kiss a person suffering from lack of air?" I ask raising my brows

"you were hurt." He says softly, "I wanted to give you anything, but you kept closing those doors." 

He plays with my hair looking at me in awe, "I wanted to silence the storm up there. And soothe the wound in here." 

He touches my head then my heart, "and I was a bit selfish, I wanted that mouth to take me to oblivion. To take my pain away." 

He touches my lips, "those lips are my wine, dove, that takes my head away. My drugs that I'm addicted to." I kiss his brows then nose.

"I hate it when anyone looks your way." He says brushing my hair with his fingers, a pained look on his face and he says finally when his eyes settle on mine, "imagine how hard that is when I'm in love with a woman that turns heads whenever she walks in any room."

I blink then attack him with the most passionate kiss I could muster. I pull away to whisper, 

"you make me feel that imaginary crown when I'm with you, Omer." He keeps kissing me then drawls slowly, 

"I've seen that crown since you strutted into my office."

 I smile against his lips, "nobody saw it but you. And when you did, the whole world did."

"fools." He whispers between kisses, "fools who didn't acknowledge this divinity."

He kisses my neck, "fools." He repeats and lays me down gently then smirks as he leans above me, "but I'm glad they didn't. So I can get the honors of discovering every bit of it."

He tugs at the hem of my shirt and I let him free me out of my top. I lay in my white lace bralette under him to devour with his eyes. My cheeks heat at the attention and he places a finger on my cheeks and trails it down my lips then neck then each breast as if he's painting something on my body, then my stomach at the end.

"Mine." He whispers.

"yours." I breathe.