His Mate

Chapter Six

I woke up. 

The first thing I noticed was the warm body against mine. The second thing? It wasn't my room. I closed my eyes and rested back against the well muscular body, stroking his chest slowly. I looked at Athanasios, watching him as he slept. Not creepy at all. I thought as I stroked circles on his bare chest. No. We didn't have sex. Didn't come close to it. Thank the lord. I didn't know what I would do if I had to do a walk of shame through his whole fucking house. I had fallen asleep after my episode last night and here I was. In his bed with an almost naked man next to me. Not that I was complaining.

 Athanasios was a... well gifted man. When he started to stir, I rested my head back against his chest and closed my eyes. I heard Athanasios groan, his arm brushing up my arm and against my shoulder as he rubbed his eyes. I felt his eyes on me suddenly and then his arm moving back to to the spot around my waist. He stroked it slowly and pressed his lips against my head before his other hand brushed my hair away from my eyes.

"Noah.." He husky voice whispered into my ear. I groaned softly and pressed my face against his chest, hearing it rumble as he laughed and pulled me closer to him. "We have to get up." I shook my head and peeked out at him.

"Let's just stay here." I grumbled, making him laugh and touch my cheek while the other massaged my waist. Athanasios stared down at me before he kissed me softly. I usually wasn't a fan of kissing in the first thing in the morning but he didn't have any. I bet I did though. I groaned at the thought before pulling away, covering my mouth. Athanasios seemed a little confused before a smirk formed on his lips.

"Noah, I don't care about morning breath," He said and rubbed my arm, getting me to look at him and roll my eyes. "Besides, you don't have any so let me kiss me." Athanasios laughed and gently moved my hand away from my mouth, placing a soft kiss on it. Everything felt so... right with him. But as a person experienced with something like that, I learned not to trust that little voice in my head. I pushed it aside as Athanasios started kissing my neck softly and I tilted my head for him, closing my eyes. "I hope you don't mind that I changed your clothes last night. I didn't want you sleeping in jeans." He whispered against my ear, making a shiver go down my spine. I shook my head and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Athanasios," I started but gasped as he nipped my earlobe softly.

"Call me Thanos." He told me, massaging my scalp. I looked at him and cocked my head a bit before nodding slowly, a small smile gracing my lips as he kissed them softly. "Shower of bath?" He asked. I cocked my head and shrugged. He gave me a look hat said 'choose or I'll choose for you.'

"Um.. Bath?" I said, confused. He nodded slowly before kissing me again. I whined as he forced to into a sitting position. Athanasios got out of the bed, showing me his long legs, muscular and tanned and the rest of his toned abdomen and chest. He took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles before pressing his lips against my forehead.

"I'll go get your bath ready and while I do that, pick whatever you want from my closet." He said and kissed me smack on the lips. I rolled my eyes, feeling a hot blush cover my cheeks before nodding. "Oh. What do you want for breakfast?" He asked.

"No meat." I replied softly as I laid back down. Athanasios shook his head and pulled me back up.

"No sleeping. I'm going to be late for a meeting if you do." He growled softly. I pushed at his chest playfully, frowning before getting up and nodding. "I'll go take a super quick shower while the bath water is running and then I'll go get your breakfast." I nodded again and watched him move to the bathroom, closing the door. Clothes. I thought.

I slipped out of the bed and looked down to see the sweatpants and baggy t-shirt he had dressed me in. I shrugged before moving to the door that I assumed was his closet. Or should I say closets. I turned on the light. Oh you gotta be kidding me. I thought. The closet was filled with designer clothing from Gucci to Armani. I sighed before picking out a pair of comfortable looking jeans, a belt and a Nike gray sweatshirt and a black plain t-shirt. I folded them before turning off the light, turning around and almost dropping the clothes.