Her love

Chapter 6

A/N Everyone has their insecurities and problems never feel afraid to reach out.💞

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-Kat POV

"Why Georgina!? Pedro deserves so much better!" I yell at the my laptop.

I am currently forcing Santi to watch some dramatic telenovela with me on Netflix.

It's been little more than a month since the hallway situation. We kinda just settled into how we used to be.

He is always kissing me and then some, but I love it. I'm still scared to get to clingy in public...

I'm afraid he'll pull away, even though he's also become more handsy and possessive, always finding an excuse to touch me, especially in public.

"I want Pedro!"

"You want who, Princesa?" Santi whispers in my ear as his grip tightens on my thigh.

It is around 11:30ish in the morning and we finished one episode and are half way through the next. We started watching at about 10am.

Yeah, I am making him watch shows in the middle of the day.

I woke up at 9ish this morning, and it was raining really heavily outside.

I love the rain but today, it made everything eerie especially when Ivwas by myself in the house.

My parents went to work earlier and my little brother was at his Saturday basketball practice.

I was downstairs to make breakfast for myself when I heard creaking coming from upstairs and got paranoid.

And that's how I ended up on my bed, leaning against one of Santi's arms, with him grabing the thigh of the leg I have draped over his lap.

"Pedro..." I lightly repeat, hiding my mischievous smile.

Why are you playing with fire, Kat? I ask myself.

I feel his grip lessen slightly but his hand stays on my thigh.

"Really? You want him?" His voice becoming rough and I shiver at the sound.

He looks up at me and his hand starts moving higher up my thigh.

I try to close my legs, "Kat..." He says. warningly.

I feel heat pool between my legs and the pounding of my heart escalates.

Within seconds my stomach starts doing cartwheels.

He stops where my legs meet and starts to slowly rubbing me through the thin fabric of my leggings, adding slight pressure.

I close my legs trapping his hand to stop him.

Then he stops, but now I wanted him to continue.

"Santi... Please." I plead, holding onto his forearm with arms and pushing myself into him.

"Please what, Kat? ¿Que quieres? (What do you want?)"

"You, Santi!" I laugh at the plea in my voice and he squeezes my leg. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."