NO LOVE

CHAPTER 2

ALINA'S POV:

An involuntary moan escapes my lips as the person begins to nibble on my flesh.

My eyes flutter open quickly and I gasp, turning to the side "Oh my god!"

I let out a sigh of relief when I remember what happened the night before, my cheeks flush in the process.

"Good morning," he whispers, his caramel brown eyes sparkling as his hair lays across his forehead, no doubt thanks to my roaming hands.

I look down, too shy to make eye contact with him, "You okay?"

His voice sounds concerned now and I quickly nod my head in response.

"What time is it?" I manage to whisper after a long silence.

He turns away from me, looking for his phone next to the bed.

As he searches, I glance down at myself and gasp, clutching the covers tighter to my body. I'm naked! Completely naked!

My cheeks heat up and I frantically look around the room for something to wear. I spot his t‐shirt not too far away and grab it, pulling it over my head.

He turns back to me "It's 8:30," his eyes break away from his phone, falling onto me.

He makes his infamous half smile, his eyes roaming my body before landing on my eyes again, "you look good in my clothes .. even better out of them," he ends off the sentence with a smirk and I roll my eyes, my cheeks flushing unwillingly.

"I should get going." I mutter, sitting up on the bed.

He sits up too, tilting his head to the side as he watches me scramble around the room, looking for any article of clothing that belongs to me.

After a while, I let out a frustrated huff "Where are my clothes !?"

He chuckles, his head still tilted to the side, his eyes dancing with amusement "I don't know, we kind of undressed each other as we came up the stairs."

I sigh, twisting my mouth to the side, a flush covering my cheeks, "then I'm gonna have to keep your t‐shirt,"

I mutter and look in the mirror, fixing up my hair before turning back to him, "is that okay with you?"

He shrugs his shoulders, a smirk still prominent on his lips, "that's fine, sweetheart,"

I feel my stomach erupt with butterflies but I ignore it, grabbing my shoes that lays beside his side of the bed.

Once I'm finished putting them on, I look at him, uncertain as of what to do.

I hesitate and he chuckles, grabbing my hand and pulling me on top of him, "last night was amazing, sweetheart," he whispers before his lips are connected with mine in a sweet kiss.

My eyes are still shut as we pull away, my lips letting out a sigh of content before I stand up and look down at him.

I kiss his cheek quickly, making his half smile reappear, before turning around and walking out of his room, out of his house all together.

I need to tell Bella about this!

"Hi there," Bella smirks as I walk into our apartment. I ignore her and sprawl myself out on the sofa, "that's not your T‐shirt." She points out, her smirk still present.