My lover is my boss (LingOrm)

21 - Interruption

Orm's pov

I woke up to the soft light of the morning filtering through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The first thing I noticed, though, was the warmth beside me—Ling, still fast asleep, her face peaceful, her breathing slow and steady. I couldn't help but smile at the sight. She looked so serene, so beautiful, and seeing her like this made my heart swell with affection.

"How can someone be so pretty?" I whispered to myself as I reached out and gently brushed my fingers across her cheek. Her skin was soft and warm under my touch, and I traced the curve of her jawline, marveling at how lucky I felt to have her by my side.

"Ling... I love you," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. Even though I knew she was asleep and couldn't hear me, I still felt a little embarrassed saying the words out loud. It was like I was confessing something so deep, so intimate, even though it was just the two of us in this quiet room.

"Do you love me?" I asked quietly, my eyes scanning her face for any response. Of course, I wasn't expecting one—she was sound asleep. But I couldn't help but ask, even though I already knew the answer from her actions, her words when we were alone. Still, the vulnerability of the moment lingered.

Just then, a soft knock came at the door, followed by the familiar creak of it opening. Becky poked her head in, grinning as usual. She was always quick to notice everything, and her smirk told me she had probably been waiting for the right moment to intrude.

"I'm heading home, okay? Oh, and I took a photo of you two," she whispered, flashing a cheeky smile before closing the door again.

I rolled my eyes, amused but also slightly embarrassed. Trust Becky to capture such a private moment. I settled back down into Ling's arms, feeling the comfort of her embrace even as she slept. I grabbed my phone and started scrolling mindlessly, diving into my game to check on my production stats, trying to keep myself busy as I basked in the warmth of her presence.

It wasn't long before I felt a change in her breathing, a slight shift in the air. Her breath was warm against the back of my neck, and then I felt her hand sliding from my waist up to my shoulder, gently pulling me closer to her. Her touch was soft but firm, like she didn't want to let go.

"Clingy?" I teased, a small smile tugging at my lips.

"Sleepy, actually," she murmured, her voice husky from sleep. "But I'm glad I could sleep," she added, her words soft, almost like she was still half-asleep.

I turned around to face her, surprised by her words. "Weren't you sleeping?" I asked, curious. I had assumed she'd been asleep the entire time.

Ling smiled sleepily, her hand moving up to caress my cheek as she kissed my forehead gently. "No, not really. I can't sleep without you."

Her admission caught me off guard. My heart melted at the simplicity and sincerity of her words. It was so unexpected but so... Ling. She had this way of being both tough and incredibly sweet, and it always made me feel a little giddy inside. "That's kinda cute," I said, grinning up at her.

"Cute that I can't sleep without you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Yeah," I said, still smiling. "If you want, we can switch it up. Some nights we can sleep at your place, other nights at mine. Oh, and you can bring Poppo with you."

Ling chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Your reason for dating me is Poppo, isn't it?"

I laughed, rolling onto my stomach and burying my face in the pillow for a moment before turning to look at her again. "Almost," I said, my voice muffled by the pillow. "But Poppo's owner is way more interesting."

Ling smirked, leaning down to kiss me. "Am I?" she whispered against my lips, her breath warm and teasing.

"Mhm," I hummed between kisses, feeling the familiar warmth spread through my chest as we kissed again. Her lips were soft, and the way she kissed me always left me feeling like the world had melted away, leaving just the two of us in our own little bubble.

Ling's hands slid down my back, pulling me on top of her as she deepened the kiss. Her fingers found their way to my lower back, gently pressing me closer to her as the heat between us grew. I tangled my hands in her hair, feeling the silky strands between my fingers, as her hands drifted lower, settling on my butt and pulling me against her.

It felt like time had stopped. All that mattered was the feeling of her lips on mine, the warmth of her body pressed against me, the way our breaths mingled as we kissed. But then, the sound of her phone buzzing on the bedside table broke through the moment, jolting us back to reality.

Ling groaned, rolling her eyes. "Pick it up for me," she said, exasperation clear in her voice as she reluctantly pulled back.

I reached over, grabbing her phone and answering it. "Hello?" I said, trying to keep my voice neutral.

On the other end, a male voice replied, "Ling?"

I glanced over at her, raising an eyebrow in confusion. She gave me the same puzzled look as I handed her the phone. She took it, still massaging my hair absentmindedly as she brought the phone to her ear. "Who's talking?" she asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Who is it?" I asked quietly, leaning in closer.

"A guy," she replied.

I couldn't help but feel a tiny surge of jealousy. "Can I talk to you later?" she said into the phone before hanging up, clearly not interested in prolonging the conversation.

"Okay, so who was that?" I asked, crossing my arms as I leaned back, trying to mask my annoyance.

Ling shrugged nonchalantly. "Some guy that's been hitting on me."

My eyebrow shot up. "Oh? And does he know you're dating someone?"

"Not yet," she said, giving me a soft smile. "But I'm giving him the cold shoulder until he gets the hint."

I narrowed my eyes playfully. "Okay, but no dates with him."

Ling chuckled, pulling me back toward her. "Why would I go out with him when I have you?"

"I don't know," I muttered, though her words did soothe my tiny flare of jealousy.

"I won't," she assured me, pressing a kiss to my lips.

I tried to respond, but Ling kissed me again, this time more insistent, like she was trying to drown out any protests with her lips. "Ling—" I managed to say between kisses, trying to get a word in, but she kissed me harder, making it impossible to finish my sentence.

Finally, I pushed myself up slightly, laughing softly. "Let's eat."

Ling sighed dramatically, though there was a playful smile on her lips. "Can I eat you?" she teased, her voice low and suggestive.

"Nah," I said, standing up and pulling her with me. "Come on, let's eat something real."

She followed me into the kitchen, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "So, miss housewife is back in action?"

I shot her a playful look over my shoulder. "What if my rich wife cooked this time?"

Ling laughed, grabbing a pan from the cupboard. "I can cook, but I don't know if it'll be edible."

"It will be, because I'm cooking with you," I said, stepping behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist, hugging her tightly as she stood at the stove.

We spent the next hour cooking together, laughing as we bumped into each other in the small kitchen, stealing kisses between stirring pots and chopping vegetables. By the time we sat down to eat, I realized that it wasn't the food that made the moment special—it was the feeling of being with her, sharing something as simple as cooking a meal, that made everything feel just right.