Finagled Love

Chapter 16

Abree's POV

I wake up to my head moving up and down slightly, and an arm around my back holding me. Clearing my blurred vision I look up to see Dimitri sleeping, the rise and fall of his chest is so satisfying.

8:36 p.m.

I have to pee, but I don't feel like moving. Dimitri's body is so comfy and firm. I lay my head back down on his chest taking in his mainly scent. He smells inviting it's making me sleepy again.

I snuggle into Dimitri feeling myself starting to fall asleep, when my urine comes back again.

Fuckughhh.

Getting annoyed, I push myself to get up, but Dimitri grabs my waist with both of his hands pulling me back down.

"Donde vas?" His eyes are still closed but his grip on me is concrete.

"To the bathroom calm down." Dimitri lets go of my waist holding onto my shirt a little longer.

Once he lets go, I rush to the bathroom trying to hold my thighs together. When I get inside I sit on the toilet reliving myself.

Phew, I feel ten times lighter- dang it- I have class and work tomorrow.

I rush out of the bathroom looking for my clothes. As I glance at Dimitri laying on the bed with his arms behind his head for support, I slowly watch him as his muscles contract beyond perfection. And the funny thing is I don't even think he's trying. He's watching me also as we stare at each other without speaking a word. When Dimitri does this it makes me feel weird, but not a freaked out weird, a sexy weird.

Mmm I don't want to leave. Maybe I can stay a little longer, I'm still pretty sleepy, but I have responsibilities.

"Dimitri."

"Hm?" his deep voice rumbles throughout the room.

"Can you take me to my dorm?"

"Yes."

I get dressed while Dimitri grabs his car keys.

Dimitri's POV

I sigh in frustration as Abree tells me she wants to go back to her dorm. I wish she would give in to me, she is making me work for her time without knowing. I'd rather hold her and rub her back. She needs someone, but I will give her what she wants, I can't be selfish just yet.

During the entire movie I was smelling her hair while kissing her forehead. Her hair smells like pineapples. And she taste even better. I wish I could have her sit on my face all of the time. I would never get tired of it. The way she bites her lips when she's turned on, or unsure of something, and oh, the way she clenches around my fingers- Mi sto innamorando di lei. ( I'm falling for her.)

Driving down the highway, Abree turns the radio on to a soothing classical station. Atta girl. I say gazing at her then to the sky. It's raining gatos y perros, but the moon is still visible through the clouds and the rain.

While driving to Abree's dorm I look over to find her tapping her fingers on her thigh contemplating something.

Turning the radio down I take ahold of her hand, rubbing the back of it gently giving it a light kiss.