Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

12. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

12. Motion Sickness (Cristiano Ronaldo)

My heartbeat raced as I felt Cristiano slowly sit closer to me than usual. He usually kept an arm's reach away from me when we sat on the couch, and he now was slowly inching closer. I pretended to not notice what he was doing and tried to focus on Chandler and Monica on tv. I think he could tell I was trying to ignore him, but he kept coming closer and closer.

Next thing you know and his arm is around my shoulders. I sat there frozen, heart beating fast, palms sweating, and mind racing. I hadn't felt like this before, this guy seriously has me hooked in deep.

"Do I...make you nervous?" Cristiano whispered in my ear after a short while. He wasn't trying to be seductive or tease me in a way, but he was generally curious. His breath against my skin caused me to involuntarily shiver, he felt it.

"Yes." I confessed to him.

"Why?"

I didn't know.

Not one bit, did I know why I was damn nervous. I shrugged my shoulders in reply, and tried to focus on the tv show. His head rested against mine, and I can tell his eyes were focused on me.

"Please don't be."

"I don't want to get hurt." I muttered under my breath.

"It was my mistake." His finger was rubbing the exposed skin on my arm, making his free hand cup my face. He made me turn to face his direction, and pressed his forehead against mine. I teared away from the tv and forced myself to look at him.

"I left you in the first place."

"I should've called like I promised you."

"I started dating before you slept around."

"If I had called to tell you I was waiting for you, you wouldn't have."

"I-" I was speechless, I had nothing else to say to him. My heartbeat quicken some more, and my stomach was filled with butterflies as he titled his head slightly, and leaned in to kiss me. At first, I didn't respond. My mind was blank, and I hadn't a clue what was happening.

Here was the guy I was in love with, kissing me.

And I wasn't kissing back.

When that thought crept into my mind, I immediately pressed my lips against his, ever so eagerly. The kiss held passion, want, and a little lust.

My arms snaked its way around his neck, bringing him closer, and his arms slid down to wrap themselves around my waist. We both fell back, and I landed my head on the arm rest of the couch. I ran my figures through his hair, as his hands slid up my shirt.

His tongue probed my lips, as I sucked on his bottom lip. A low growl escaped from the bottom of his throat. I missed his lips pressed against mine. I missed his touch. I missed him so badly.

We departed for some air, and he rested his head on chest. After we calmed down some time later, we just laid down there. I played with his hair while he rubbed my sides.

"I've missed you." Cris muttered against my skin. I laughed because it tickled for his lips to move like that on my collar bone. "What?"

"You tickled me stupid." I smiled, looking down at him. He grinned back, and rested his chin in-between my cleavage. I rolled my eyes at his place of position. It was his turn to laugh.

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?" He bluntly asked, lifting himself up, and hovering himself above me, staring down at me. I gave it a fake thought. I pursed my lips and tapped my pointer finger to my chin.

"How about no?" I told him. His face fell, the I quickly added, "Try I'd LOVE to." I emphasized the word love. He grinned like an idiot, and I grinned back like one too, then leaned in for a quick peck on the lips.