Meet Esteban, a carefree, 21 year old bachelor by day and bullfighter by night.
Since the night of his father's death, Esteban has made it his personal mission to kill every single bull in Espana, no matter what stood in his way.
But what happens...
Tweeting birds woke me as I turned to shield my face from the sunlight peeking through my cotton curtains. I blushed as I saw Esteban next to me in my bed; his hand intertwined with mine.
I gently kissed his cheek and play with his short curly hair. He was so cute as he slept.
"Esteban" I shake him to wake; he only shuffles and turns onto his stomach.
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I climb atop his back and coo his name, "Estebannnnn" I gently massage his ear, putting pressure on his torso, dragging my lips to kiss every inch of his slender back. I lingered to where his scar laid...it looked worse than when I first saw it....
"Hmmm?" he stretches, with his eyes closed, lifting one eyebrow up.
A lazy smile paints his lips as he feels me behind him. "I must still be dreaming." he grumbles beneath his breath.
"Why" I pouted.
"To wake up to a woman as beautiful as you is only reserved for my dreams." he curses, scooping me up to attack me with his kisses. I giggled and begged for peace as he continued.
"How does it feel to be a virgin no more?" he jokes, pulling me into his arms. I shrugged and stretched my hands, standing to observe the view from my window. He comes behind me and rests his head against my shoulder, pulling me into his toned arms. "You were amazing last night mi amor" he assured me.
We both continue to kiss and return to the bed, desperate for another round.
"Anais!!" my abuela calls from below the stairs, "Are you awake?"
"Oh shoot! She's up already" I cursed and break from Estaban. He ignores my panic and contiues to caress me with his kisses. "Ummm....I am taking a shower abuelita!!" I yelled trying to break free from him.
"Okay! Come down for breakfast when you're done!" she yelled again. He went lower to caress my legs before I kicked him off.
"Yes abuelita!" I replied, pushing Estaban off to run and start the shower. I picked up his clothes from the floor, trying to hide any evidence of our sin.
"I overslept" I cursed and quickly dump his clothes into a corner.
"What time is it" he asked nonchalantly.
"It's already 11AM" I answered.
Esteban groaned as he looked to his wristwatch and quickly pulled his clothes from the bathroom where I hid them. "They're all bloody! I can't wear these." he curses, folding his hands over his forehead.
"Raul is going to KILL me! No Hector will kill me! I had a fitting at 10:30AM at the presidente's house."
"Shoot" I cursed and run to find clothes for him. "You take a shower and I'll try and see if there's any clothes in my abuelito's old room"
