Twisted Deal | A not-so cliche fake dating romance

Chapter Thirty-Six

Sebastian

"Good morning, Jen," I whisper to the woman sleeping beside me in bed, her face turned away from mine. I move closer to her, my arm going around her waist as I move my face to the side of her neck. "Hi, baby," I whisper to her before starting to press light kisses along her neck. Jen stirs in sleep under the touch of my lips, her groan soft.

"Bash," she whispers, and I continue to pepper kisses up and along her neck. I move my other hand to her face, holding her gently as I kiss her jaw in the same gentle manner, and she moves her hands to my arm on her stomach. "Baby," she whispers, and I can't stop myself from moving on top of her now. Jen's eyes fly open, and when I am looking down at her, her eyes widen.

"Hey," she whispers to me, her hand going to my arm to hold me. She assesses the way I am on top of her and squints at me. "What are you doing up there?" she asks, and I smirk as I lean down. I kiss her collarbone before moving up to her neck and gently hovering my mouth over her ear.

"Do you want a massage?" I whisper to her and feel the back of her neck prickle with goosebumps.

"Do I want a massage?" Jen asks disbelievingly, her hips bucking up to not help any matters happening to my body. She is smiling at me, a teasing smile as she asks, "What is that? An innuendo of asking me if we can have morning sex?"

I laugh at the remark and at the flirtatious smile on her face before I shake my head. "No, baby," I whisper, moving my hand to her shoulder. "Like a genuine massage. I'm down to give you one."

She smiles at me, still suspicious of my offer. I only grin at her as I whisper, "I can make you feel real good."

"Fuck off," Jen whispers to me, a laugh sputtering out of her as she runs a hand down her face. "That should only be said in the context of sexual acts."

I roll my eyes at her, pressing my thumb on her shoulder with pressure. "Jen, when did your mind get so dirty?" I tease her with a lilt of my voice.

Jen looks at me and then at her stomach, where I was pressing against her. "Since that," she whispers, and I laugh, moving onto my knees to not be against her. Then, as I'm right above her, I ask, "So you want that massage or not?"

"Sure," she says, still watching me with suspicion in her eyes. I shake my head at her, laughing lightly as I move my hands down her shoulder. I work my hands around the collarbone, and she physically sighs at that. It makes me smile as I continue to find a way to make her physically feel good, aside from, well, sex. I move my hand around her neck, gently running my fingers up and down the length. I work my fingers up her jawline and down to the back of her ear.

I make my way back to her shoulder and then whisper, "Get on your stomach."

She only stares at me in shock, and I laugh as I press my hand to her stomach. Sliding my other hand on her back, I flip her so that she is facing the pillow. She looks back at me, eyes softening as she says, "No funny business."

"Not unless you ask me to," I whisper to her, and for a few seconds she just smiles at me. I felt my heart soften at her gaze, at the way she seemed genuinely happy about what I said. It's a look I haven't been used to. I haven't been used to being appreciated this much. Yesterday morning she hugged me based on the reason of me not being mad at her and feeding her a strawberry. Who does that? And when I told her she didn't need to wash her dish and that I'd love to take care of it for her, she kissed my cheek.

Jen is so appreciative of me. It's not anything I have ever experienced myself. I find myself wondering if this is what falling for someone in a healthy manner is.