𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃 - alejandro garnacho

𝟎𝟎𝟓

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒, waking me gently from my sleep.
I open my eyes taking a moment to adjust to my surroundings.

The memories from last night came flooding back. I feel a mixture of heat and butterflies in my stomach.

As I sit up, I realise that I'm not alone, I turn to see Alejandro sleeping beside me, his strong bare, chest rising and falling with each breath.

I quietly get out of bed, careful not to wake Alejandro. I pad across the room and head into the en-suite bathroom, I take a moment to freshen up, brushing my teeth, then doing my skincare routine. When I'm done, I return to the bedroom and sit down on the edge of the bed, watching Alejandro sleep for a moment, his face is relaxed and I mean he still looks hot?

After a few moments, Alejandro stirs, his eyes fluttering open. He looks around for a moment before his gaze finds me on the edge of the bed, A small, sleepy smile tugs at the corners of his mouth and he reaches out, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me back down onto the bed.

I go willingly, sinking into the cozy sheets and relishing the feel of his body against mine as we snuggle up together.

We lie there for a while, our bodies pressed against eachother, comfortable and relaxed . I can feel the warmth of his skin against mine, and the steady beating of his heart is soothing.

Eventually, Alejandro speaks, his voice still groggy from sleep.

"Morning beautiful"

Let's just say I folded, it's not even that big of a deal that but it is.

He pulls me closer to him, his arm tightening around me.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked
I nod burrowing my head into his chest

"Yeah I did how about you" I replied.

" I slept fine"

After a few more minutes of snuggling, we decide to get out of bed and start the day.
Alejandro hops out of bed, stretching his arms above his head. I take another moment to just admire him before also getting up and grabbing my clothes from the floor.

After getting ready, we decide to spend the day at the Trafford centre, browsing through many shops and arcades. We take our time with it, trying on clothes, laughing and enjoying each others company.

As the day draws to a close, Alejandro drives me back home. The car ride is comfortable and filled with conversation, I feel quite sad as I realise that our time together is coming to an end. But there's no complaining. That was one of the best nights id ever had.

Alejandro pulls up outside my house, I gather my stuff, taking my time, dreading the moment I have to actually go.
Alejandro watches me, a small smile curving his lips, he doesn't seem to want to rush me, sensing my reluctance to leave.

As I get ready to step out of the car, Alejandro speaks up, his voice low and sultry.

"You know, I've been thinking about last night."

I pause, a shiver running down my spine at the sound of his voice. I look at him, waiting for him to continue.

He locks eyes with me, his gaze intense and heated.

"I don't want this to end here, I want more of you."

My heart skips a beat at his words, and I feel my body responding to the heat in his eyes. I lean in closer, my body almost magnetically drawn to his.

Our faces are close now, just inches apart, I feel his breath against my cheek, warm and tantalising. His eyes flick down to my lips, and I moisten them instinctively.

"I can't stop thinking about kissing you." Alejandro says in a low whisper.

The words ignite something in me, and I can't resist leaning in even closer. His lips slightly brush against mine, soft and light at first, then more insistent as he presses against me. I respond eagerly, my hands going to his shoulders, and the kiss quickly deepens, filled with passion and need.

After a few moments, we break apart, our breathing ragged and our bodies yearning for more. I can feel us both struggling to let go.

Reluctantly, I step back breaking the kiss and the closeness between us, I gather my belongings from the seat, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of the kiss.

Alejandro watches me, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and disappointment. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.

I manage a small, slightly shaky smile. "I should go." I said

Alejandro nods, his expression soft. He reaches out, gently caressing my cheek with his fingertips.

"See you soon, alright?" He said

I nod, my skin tingling where he touched me. I open the car door and stepped out, forcing myself to walk away from him and towards my house.

I force myself to not look back as I walk up the path to my house , my footsteps heavy on the pavement. My mind is still reeling with the events of the day, the kiss playing over and over in my head.

Finally, I reach my front door, and I stop, taking a moment to steady myself before unlocking it and stepping inside.

The house is quiet as I enter, I lean against the front door, taking a deep breath and letting the silence wash over me. I can't shake the memory of his touch, the taste of his lips, and knowing I won't see him again tonight makes me feel strangely empty.

I slowly make my way to the living room, sinking down onto the sofa. I sit there for a while, my thoughts a chaotic mess. Part of me wonders what he's doing right now, if he's thinking about me too. I lean back against the cushions, running a hand through my hair and sighing deeply.

I force myself to snap out of my thoughts and decide to cook dinner, hoping the routine task would distract me. After I finished, I sit down to eat, but find it hard to concentrate on the food. After a few bites, I decide to call it an early night and head up to my bedroom.

As I lie in bed, the events of the day swirling around in my head, a sense of regret begins to sink in. It strikes me that I might have moved too fast, given too much of myself too quickly. I've only known him for a week, and we're supposed to be just friends.

I wake up the next morning and grab my phone, checking my social media feed as I do every morning. As I scroll through my news feed, I come across an article that catches my eyes titled. "Alejandro Garnacho  spotted on dates with 2 different girls, two nights in a row."

What. The. Fuck.

jealous girl - Lana del rey

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬::

well that took a quick turn!! okay yeah anyway next chapter will be interesting!!

DONT BE A SILENT READER!!!