fetish // mitchel cave

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Phoebe's POV

"Mitchel please don't leave," I said, begging him, my eyes about to tear up. It wasn't time to put my ego a priority, I needed him to stay with me. No, I didn't expect that he would be nice and gentle with me but at least staying the night here would do. I needed him badly. I needed to rest my head against his soft body, he and only he could relax me so much with only being by my side.

Mitchel already was back in his plain black T-shirt, black skinny jeans and tried to fix his messy hair. He didn't bother giving me his attention as his hands still worked on his hair. "Please," I begged again. My hands were holding tightly the bed sheets that were covering my naked body as my eyes were glued to the blank face of Mitchel's.

He stopped fixing his clothes, sighed and with much hesitation twisted his head in order to face me. "What will it mean to you if I stayed?" He asked and for the first time, his voice was filled with uncertainty, as if he was debating something.

"More than you can possibly think," I told him hesitantly, unsure of how he will take it. "I swear I won't force into things that you don't want, like the romantic once you so much despise. I just want to rest on your chest for a whole night. This is what I am asking for you to do." I said, basically pleading him.

I could see that he was thinking about it for a second. A small, soft smile was placed on his lips. After a loud sigh, he sat down on the bed edge and put his face in his hands. "Okay, but only for tonight," Mitchel said after getting out of his pout, his eyes still having no expression behind them.

My heart pounded fastly unable to process what Mitchel just said. Did he really mean that he would stay with me for the whole night? I smiled the greatest I could, incapable of controlling my happiness. "You're lucky I always have a suit and tie with me in my car." He said and at this time whatever he said sounded like he was confessing his deep love for me, even though my brain still kept on reminding me he didn't.

After taking his clothes off again, he got under the layers of my bed and I rested my head and hands over his chest. In a matter of minutes, I was asleep and I could feel his heartbeat being fast but steady. It was proof that he still has one heart beating tensely. But he seems too afraid of using and allowing other people to access it.

The sun rays, that were coming from a small protrusion of the curtain covering the window, hit my face and caused me to wake up, after realizing that the morning has already arrived. I felt a pair of hands hugging my body and I immediately blushed, knowing it was him. The touch ignited fire all over my body and it was the best way to wake up in the morning.

When I saw his face, it was so peaceful, as he was still sleeping. He looked so soft, so much younger than he liked to appear, so much more approachable.  I placed a kiss on his forehead and headed towards the shower. I would wake him up after taking a quick shower.

After finishing with my shower, I went back to see Mitchel still sleeping on my bed. It was obvious that he needed some rest. Most of the times his face appears paler than it already is and his eyes red from the tiredness. "Mitchel," I said quietly not wanting to wake him up violently. He made some weak body moves and then slowly opened his eyes, that were encountered with the sunlight and then my eyes.

"Good morning." He said with a drowsy voice. He stretched his feet and smiled brightly at me. I always wondered if there's any person that appears genuinely better in the morning than the rest of the day. Apparently, there is and it's called Mitchel Cave. And you could easily assume that by his continuous smile and his full of loveliness glance.

"Good morning," I told him back leaning over on his body, smiling at his view.

"Oh, I must be sleeping for way too much, since you've already had a shower." He said, his bright smile never fading. That smile seemed truthful like it actually came from the inside of his heart.

"No, just half an hour as much as you slept," I said and he rubbed his eyes.

"What time is it?" he silently asked obviously still sleepy.

"Half past six," I informed him and he sat up on the bed. He yawned and looked so happy. Like a kid being promised to go to Disneyland. This is how smiley he actually was. I bet his cheekbones really did hurt.

"I'll have a shower then. Don't make breakfast for me just..."

"Coffee," I said and he laughed. "I don't want to have your obnoxiousness in my apartment." Mitchel narrowed his eyes at me but I could sense that he was just playful. I swear we never get to talk like this, besides how many times we have shared the same bed.

"Excuse my obnoxiousness, Ms. Martin," Mitchel said in a playful voice and stood up. He looked up at something that was on the chair. "Suit and tie?"

"Emergency suit and tie. You don't want to go in your car right now, I assumed. So here it is."

"Wow, you're the best secretary I could ever ask for." He said and chuckled. I didn't like this comment very much, since he had to remind me in what position I was in, but brushed it off and chuckled back anyways. It really hit me though, that no matter how hard I did try I would always be in this position. His personal assistant that does more than just answering his phone calls.

He headed towards the bathroom and before stepping into it, he twisted his body to face me.  I could admire all of his upper body, including his abdominal area, which is something that always turns me on on guys. Like a fetish.  "By the way, that was the best sleep I have had in a while, Phoebe."

With that being said, and with many more unsolved questions he headed into my bathroom.

What could possibly keep Mitchel from sleeping? Why did he mean when he said we can't be more just than fuck buddies because he has issues? What did he mean by wearing a shield?

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