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This is my first proper book so no hate PLZ .

Constructive criticism is different though (\*o*\)

Let's go.

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I stared at the body in shock.
There was a shirtless man, laying on my couch, dead asleep.

Any regular person would have grabbed the nearest object to them in hope of it providing some source of protection, and called the cops.

But me being the person I was, and having been plagued by insomnia for the past few days, had decided the best thing to do, would be to go and poke his face.

I walked around the small coffee table in the middle of the room, being careful not to make any noise that could stir the stranger.

As I crouched next to the body I took in the facial features, his perfectly chiselled jawline, and caramel skin tone. He was flawless and honestly, I was slightly jealous.

As my hand reached out to stroke his cheek, his did also and he grabbed my wrist as his grey eyes pierced into my brown ones.

His looked me up and down, as if to be sizing me up, and his eyes stayed on my chest for slightly too long.

I coughed lightly, directing his attention back to my face and his hand tightened even more against my wrist, almost possessively.

As his lips parted a small amount of air passed through and he began to speak.

"It's rude to awake one from their slumber" he murmured as his grip on my wrist loosened, but he still held on.

"It is also rude to break into ones house, and take a nap, but you've done that just fine." I grumbled as he pulled me up to sit next to him on the couch.

I did cherish my personal space and right now the bubble had well and truly popped.He chuckled, and the throaty laugh that departed his mouth went straight down to my pants in a swift movement.

"What's funny"

" I didn't break in"

I stared at him in shock at his statement. He didn't break in! How else did he propose he had made his way in? Well he could have...

"the door was unlocked"

Oh...

"You should be more careful" he whispered while pulling my curly hair out of the bun that it was currently in.

He continued

" you don't know what could have happened while you were away, or what kind of surprise could have been waiting for you when you arrived."

"Kind of like yourself" I instigated as he raised a questioning brow.

"Yes but I am a surprise that you would like to receive" he commented as I departed from the couch and over to the coffee table.

"According to you" I yet again mumble and my eyes follow a stray ball of lint rolling across the carpet.

I should probably clean this place.

"Would you rather me, or robbers that would hold a gun to your head  neonata."

By this point he had come considerably closer to me in which I only realised once I had lifted my head.

This had made me nervous and pushed me to my last resort, babbling.

"Well, um yes you seem like a nice person but it is quite cold outside and you are shirtless and I rather you did wear a shirt as you put your cooties all over my couch and OOOH did the robbers get the iOS update because then they would be holding water guns to my head and I wouldn't mind that honestly but..."

He slapped a hand over my mouth as he inhaled deeply

" You babbling is cute but I would rather not listen to it, no?"

At this sentence my eyes widened not only to the rudeness that had been mentioned, but the slightest hint of an Italian accent that came through when he pronounced certain words.

That and his bare chest was pushing against mine, not helping my raging hormones.

I licked his hand and he pulled away in disgust as I scrambled my way back to the couch .

"You still didn't answer my question" I instigated as he had began to yet again stalk over to me.

His eye quickly averted from my own, to my lips as he licked his own.

"Ask away babygirl."