The Controlling Lover (ON HOLD)

Chapter Ten

The sun came pouring in and landed right on my face, making me wake up. I stretched out and then realized something: the sun never hits my face. Then how the- oh right! I'm at Arnav's!

Oh shit!

I looked to my left and he wasn't there. I sat up immediately, and I don't think I should've done that, cause it hurt somewhat, but I didn't think about that because in front of me was Arnav Singh Raizada, sitting in a chair, looking at me.

Geez, did he watch me sleep? Oh good grief.

"Good morning," he simply said.

"Good morning," I whispered.

He got up and came over to me and kissed me softly on my lips. "You look so beautiful in the morning."

Me? Beautiful in the morning? He really must be seeing a mirage or something.

"I'm sorry if I surprised you," he said, referring to the whole watching-me thing

"No, it's nothing."

"I couldn't help myself," he admitted.

I smiled timidly.

He leaned in again and kissed me a good 10 seconds. Thank goodness I don't have morning breath!

He let go and said "what are you doing to me?"

I looked up at him confused.

He shook his head. "Nothing. Not important. Come. Etta's making breakfast."

I nodded, though I felt confused. What does he mean?

I grabbed the duvet and held it around me to cover my body. Arnav held his hand out and I held it as he helped me up. That's when I realized he was in his boxer shorts and white t-shirt, with just-fucked hair.

And does he look sexy or what?

"My T-shirts are here," he said, pointing at a drawer on the chest, "and my sweats are two below. They may be big, but they're adjustable."

I nodded and then he kissed me again.

"I'll wait for you outside."

He left and shut the door. I looked at the chest in front of me and then opened the drawer with his T-shirts. Finding a white v-neck, I pulled it out. Now which drawer was the sweats again? Sorry, I'm still spun over from last night.

Opening the drawer below, I found his boxer shorts. I gaped but I saw one that was sky blue and white pinstriped. Finding it a good choice, I pulled it out and headed to the bathroom. I washed up and just as I was about to put toothpaste on my finger, I saw his toothbrush.

Dare I? ... I dare.

I took his toothbrush and used it. Anastasia Steele would've been so proud of me!

Wearing his clothes I came out and opened the door. Arnav turned and his eyes went straight to my legs. His boxers were big, but not so much, so they hung around on my body. Come to the think of it, his pants hang around his waist too. Like they are right now!

"Interesting choice," he simply said. "It's not like Etta to put stuff in the wrong place."

"I forgot which drawer you said because-"

I stopped myself. Oops! Nearly told him! But from his smirk I knew he understood. He kissed me again and held my waist.

"How do you feel," he asked.

"Slightly sore."

He smiled. "Good to know. Come."

He led me downstairs and we went into the kitchen. Etta was there and she smiled at us.