Twisted Deal | A not-so cliche fake dating romance

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Jennifer

I feel Sebastian's arm around my body when I wake up the next day. The last thing I remember was the fact that I had fallen asleep after we had slept together. I don't exactly know how I got here, but now I was sleeping beside Bash in bed rather than over him. The couch was comfortable, but the bed is so much better.

I turn around to look at him. At how his hair was wild on his face and how his face was turned around to me. I reach forward and push my hand inside his hair, pushing the strands of curly hair back. Bash hums in his sleep when I do so and remember how I woke up yesterday morning. So, I push my other hand along his jaw and move over to him.

I press a kiss on his jaw, the hair growing there prickling my mouth. I run my hand down his facial hair because he hadn't packed a razor to shave for the way it seemed and find myself smiling. It made him look older, like all of a sudden we were both so much more mature. I find myself grinning at him, and then I move down to kiss his neck.

"Jen," he speaks under me, his hand sliding up to the side of my body. "What are you doing, baby?"

"Waking you up with a kiss," I answer him with a chipper smile and then move one knee on the side of him. Then I'm fully straddling him as I place my hands on his chest. His eyes widen as he looks up at me, and I give him a toothy grin. "Good morning," I tell him.

"Morning," he replies back, his voice deep, and it makes a sensation run through me. I move my hands back to his face and say, "I like your facial hair."

He laughs abruptly, "Now you're lying."

"No," I say to him with a shake of my head. "I do like it."

He only hums in answer, and I laugh at him. "Really, I do," I let him know with a bigger smile.

"And what do you want me to do about that, Jen?"  he teases me.

"Keep it?" I ask him, and he just laughs at me. Now," I say, moving down to lean closer to him. "Do you want me to flash you?"

"That's your go-to, huh?" he asks me with a grin. "You flashed me yesterday."

"I like your reaction to it," I say to him, and then pick at the hem of my shirt. "Wait," I say to him, remembering the fact that I wasn't wearing a shirt when I fell asleep last night. "We fell asleep on the couch together last night."

"I know," Bash whispers, moving a hand to touch my chin. "You were tired."

"You brought me up here?" I ask him, and then look down at the shorts I had on. "And you put my clothes back on."

"Only right seeing as though I took them off, huh?", he jokes, and I roll my eyes at him.

"You redressed me," I say aloud with a smile. "Thank you."

"Of course," he answers with a small smile. "You are more comfortable this way, yes?"

"Yeah," I nod at him. Then I move my hand to the hem of my shirt again and pull it off my head. As soon as I do, his cheeks flush in color, and I'm left laughing at him hard. My laughter is lighthearted and teasing all at the same time. "See, but you like me undressed so much better."

He shakes his head at me, speaking through the lustration, "Shut up; you love me."


"Yeah, I do," I whisper to him, and for some reason, having him know that I loved him wasn't maddening anymore. I kind of liked how he said it with a smile, as if my admission genuinely made him feel better. I move my hand around his neck and align my hip with his. "Now, can I do something to make you feel good, baby?"