Nightly Behaviors

Chapter 21

I wake up and Chresanto's already up with one of his arms behind his head and nothing holding up a small framed collection of pages. A book? It could never be. I mean I know I haven't known him for more than two months just yet but I never took him as the type to read, or actually anything academically extra.

My attention is drawn back to his face. His expression is somewhat of a frown with his eye brows pushed together and his lips moving slightly as he reads to himself. I don't move I kind've just stare at him for a few more seconds and the seconds add on and on as I take in ever detail of his appearance. He's so cute. The way his nose curves to a perfect point then back down and out to form the beginning of his lips. His tongue quickly swipes out to wet them making them glisten slightly giving me the urge to...

Stop.

I won't let him fool me. I might have been a little bit more lenient last night but I swear I won't let it happen again. This is the boy who came to my job like a psycho and demanded me which I don't completely understand. This is the same boy who pushed me off him so roughly the other night. The same boy who taunted my fears just last night and uses my weaknesses to his benefit on a regular basis. This guy who barely knows me but criticizes me on a daily bases. The only one in years who's actually made me feel something. I was numb before him and it's only been a few months and he's already attacking me with this crazed set of emotion. This completely chaotic and disastrous roller coaster ride that I feel like if I don't get off now I never will.

I close my eyes quickly hoping to stop my wild mind and also pleading to God that he didn't give Chresanto the power to notice or even slightly acknowledge my short adoration of him.

"You think I'm sexy."

"Oh god." I groan to myself and press my palm to my forehead then look to Chresanto with his body turned to me. He's so juvenile and usually I hate juvenile but I can somehow let it slide when it comes to him. I fight the urge to smile.

"God I just want to hear you say it." He pressures on. I roll my eyes and turn away from him. "Your so annoying." I half lie.

"I like being annoying."

I think he finally calms down and drops the situation and I feel the hotness in my face fade away but suddenly I feel a tickle run up my thigh and it sends shivers throughout my body. I jerk forward and turn around to Chresanto.

"Chresanto."

"Say I'm sexy and I'll stop."

What if I don't want you to.. "What does it matter whether or not I call you sexy?"

"Oh now your just not saying it because you like being touched."

"Uhm no it's just because I know your hard headed and wont listen to me anyway." I'm an awful lier.

"You sure because 'I like it when you touch me.' was what I heard last night."

I laugh and nudge him off just enough to where I know he'll come back.

"Just two words, your ... sexy." He breathes on my neck.

He says it so low and it makes my body pulse and want him. I loosen the pressure of my closed legs and even open them a little beckoning his entry.

"Your... Sexy." He repeats lowly. He takes notice to my now much more relaxed legs and does exactly what I'd hoped.

Finally his hands trace up my bare hips and center between my legs. His lips soon clash against mine after and trace themselves up my neck and onto my lips again. He pauses the kiss to pull the Tshirt I hadn't even known id been accommodated with over my head with fluid actions, but doesn't wait long before reapplying them.

I gasp against him when his fingers finally penetrate me and I press my back into the bed. My eyes roll back and my lids flutter.

"You like that huh?"

I find it way to much of a challenge to acknowledge or answer his question so I don't.

His fingers move in such a way that I feel him hitting my spot with every inward flick, like they know exactly where to hit every time.

The moans I'd been struggling to succumb finally surface and I bite my lip as the orgasm I'm about to be taken over by preys on my body. Then it all pauses.

"Say I'm sexy and I continue."

I take this moment in my life to debate within myself whether or not to get up and leave or punch him in the face. "Chresanto are you serious?"

"It's not like I'm asking you to lie, just say I'm sexy and I'll finish."

"No fuck you. I don't want you anymore." I start to sit up but am pressed back down.

He grabs ahold of both of my hands and holds my wrists above my head. "Don't say that." His eyes reveal a worrisome look, one that I haven't been presented with before.

I touch my hands to his chest and open my mouth to speak but he shuts me up by pressing his lips to mine. When he pulls away I'm speechless.

"Uhm, I'm.. I'm gonna take a shower." I manage to stutter.

I figure a hot shower might be what I need so I do just that. I speed out that room and into the bathroom to turn the shower on. When the water temperature is to my liking I climb in and begin my soaking and reminiscing process. I soap myself up with Chresantos shower gel and hurry to rinse the soap off. I've got to get myself my own soap, if I'm going to be taking showers here getting more and more frequently.

When I get out the shower I gasp at the reflection I see in it, my hair. Obviously I wasn't smart enough to pull it back or tie it up so the humidity of the hot shower wouldn't get to it but it does and now my hair is a combination of wet curls, humidified waves, and still straight hair. "Shit." I groan to myself and pull a towel of the rack. I don't run it through my hair because I know it'll create static and just end up a frizzy mess.

When I get back in the bed room I awkwardly don't speak or even look in Chresantos direction. I bend over to the bags full of clothes I'd purchased just yesterday and pull out one of my new sweaters and a pair of jeans. The sweater is loose fitting and has a chain like knitting pattern on the front and is a cream/ivory like color and the jeans are tight skinny jeans that hug my thick thighs. It's kind of an awkward mix but I like it

"Nice chunk of wool." He says grimacing at my sweater with a laugh.

"Shut up, I like it."

I look down at it, it is not ugly, it's like modern vintage cute and super comfortable.

I groan and just decide I'll wear it anyway, he can call it ugly as many times as he wants. When I'm dressed I put all the scattered clothing back into the individual bags and stand up.

I wander around the room for a few seconds and just think. How did I get myself in this? Why the hell am I here with this Chresanto after I promised myself I wouldn't and why do I find it so hard to resist him? How the hell do I get out .. If I even want to?

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Sorry I took so long like I've been going through some tough shit but I'm good now :D