His serpent secret? FP Jones

Chapter seven- lust

I jolt up. Sweat dripping from my body onto my soaked sheets. With yet another dream about me and FP messing with my mind. I slap myself back to reality. Scrambling out of bed and sliding on my fuzzy slippers. I head to the bathroom, where I splash my face with icy cold water to remind myself that FP is a grown man and probably hasn't had one thought about me since we slept together.
Considering there's no chance I'll be getting back to sleep anytime soon, I make my way downstairs where, unsurprisingly, I find FP on the couch. He's watching some shitty TVs show.
It takes a few moments for him to notice me. "Can't sleep?" He arches a brow. I nod.
I don't know why my tongue is so twisted right now. I don't know why I feel so restricted around him. The other day I felt like I could sass him and say whatever I wanted. But now.. I'm lost for words.
he pats the couch. Indicating For me to sit beside him. I take a deep breath before doing just that.
"We need to cut the crap." I finally blurt out. Regretting it immediately. FP widens his piercing brown eyes, "excuse you?!" He says.
"Ever since we slept together we've been avoiding eachother and it's been painfully awkward. We had sex, big deal, but we need to move on!" I sigh, my cheeks burning from embarrassment.
But before he can respond his phone bleeps. Saved by the text message. I get a glimpse of who it's from. Someone called penny. Whose penny ?!
I watch FP as his eyes scan the screen and he smirks.
"What's so funny?" I spit. An overwhelming sense of jealousy boiling in the pit of my stomach.
"Nothing." He waves me off, like I'm some sort of parasite. I swallow back tears.
"It doesn't look like nothing." I fold my arms across my chest, realising I sound like a jealous twelve year old. I need to get a grip. But looking at him now, with his prominent cheekbones and plump lips, I resist the urge to kiss him.
"What is wrong with you?" He slams his phone onto the table, causing me to leap a little bit. I avoid his gaze.
"Are you jealous?" He scowls. But when I don't respond once again, I can tell he's had enough. He grips onto my wrist, hard but not enough to make it hurt. He pulls me upstairs, I follow along like a hopeless child.
Where is he taking me?
FP throws me into my bedroom, pinning me against the wall.
"What was it you just said to me? That we need to move on?!" He whispers, so close I can feel the warmth of his breath tickling against my neck.
"We do!" I scream, this time not able to stop the tears racing down my clammy cheeks. He raises his hand, for a second I thought he was going to hit me, but instead he traces his thumb over my wet face.
"But we can't." He mutters.
"But daddy will kill you!" I shake my head as he loosens his grip on my arm and replaces it on my waist.
"He doesn't have to know." FP smirks. My stomach fills with butterflies. I release myself from his grip. We're inches apart. I push him onto my bed. He bites his lower lip and it looks ridiculously sexy.
"You are bad news, Rosa Gonzalez." He says, before adding "but I like it."
I sit on top of him, straddling him. Feeling the hard lump beneath his jeans.
He tilts his head back, his mouth forming a tiny o shape.
I slide down on him, fumbling with his belt. FP grips onto my hair.