The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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A/N : Will post a separate chapter soon, explaining my reasons for not updating and also something important that I need to inform you all. Thank you. (also in my reward for being so kind in my absence, I wrote a smut in one of these! *wink wink*)

Sophia.

The sunlight that beams into the room, directly striking my face is what has me fully awakening— well that and the fact that someone is gently caressing my face.

“Good morning, beautiful.” King murmurs as soon as my eyes flicker open and connect with his ones.

I lazily smile up at him, god waking up to such beauty has my heart fluttering in my chest, and he is quick to return the gesture before leaning down to kiss my forehead, at this, I blush and turn away. “Good morning.” I look back at him and frown. “Why are you up so early?” I ask as I push myself to sit up and lean against the headboard.

His eyes hold amusement while watching me and his lips lightly lift upwards into a cheesy grin. “It's around ten.” He slowly says and shrugs, staring at me.

“But Lily was meant t—”

“I asked her to continue today without you.”

“Why?”

“Amante, I could tell you were exhausted and I know how Lily gets. She. . . is excited and jumpy and you would have put away your health for it, just for her. I don't like it.”

My eyes narrow at him, a harsh glare is underneath my blue orbs and I know he feels it when he smiles down at me. I almost want to yell at him for being so stupid and making a rash decision without asking me but I don't voice my thoughts. I just shrug it off and get off the bed.

I lied.

I don't shrug it off.

“It's our last day here.” My mouth blurts but I don't stop. “I thought that we all could—” I shut my mouth as soon as his arms wrap around my waist, hugging me from behind.

“We are actually staying the week.” His breath hits my ear.

My eyes widen and I quickly turn around in his hold. “W—what do you mean?” I question, curiously watching him smirk at my excitement. “The others?” I frown.

Kings eyes flicker down to my lips for a moment before looking back at my eyes, he shakes his head no.

I pout and stare up at him, a silent question passes between us and he doesn't answer. I go to ask why but almost as if he knew I would ask, his finger lands on my lips and he shakes his head no, again.

“Is it wrong that I just want some alone time with my girl?” He mutters and stares at me expectingly.

I feel my heart do a summersalt and start to increase its rapid beating at his words but still, I smirk and eye him playfully. “Your girl?” I taunt and his eyes narrow.

His strong tattooed arms wrap around me once more in a firm hold, gently pulling me towards his chest and his peppermint and a hint of spice smell hits me like a whirlwind. I greedily inhale the scent, basking in it for a few long seconds until I feel him speak into my ear.

“You—” His heavy breathing distracts me. “Are—” Both his hands are now planted against my ass. “My girl.” He finishes but not before giving my cheeks a squeeze.

I swear to god that both my cheeks feel like they're red and flustered right now and it's all because of him.

I don't think I would ever get used to him being near me, touching me and teasing me like this because my god every single time he does it, I feel that fluttering sensation in my stomach and my body tends to blush either from his touches or words, sometimes both.

“God, do you ever wear a shirt?” I joke and pull away from him. I need some distance from his intoxicating self.

“Did you—” I gulp, almost afraid to ask this silly question because I have a strong feeling he would say yes. “Shirt in bed? Last night. . .” The words rush out of my mouth and I frown while he laughs at my word vomit.

His laugh is contagious and warms my heart.

“Yes,” He answers after a moment. “But only because it was hot last night— Uhmm, last night was fine though right?” He sneaks a glance at the unmade bed.

“What?”

“Me sleeping with you.”

Oh. I blush, my cheeks getting hotter by the second with this man. I nod my head, “Yeah. It was fine. I liked it.” I admit and his face immediately lights up at my statement.

His arms around me as we both welcomed the darkness of sleep is something I never want to forget. It's something I would cherish, forever, maybe. How can something so innocent and pure as falling asleep with someone beside you, holding you and cradling you in their arms, be so. . . so blissful and serene, so much so that it only leaves you much more confused in your wake.

I'll never know that answer but one thing is for sure and that is, I want to be wrapped up in Kings strong arms for as long as his here, next to me and wanting me.

“Amante? I asked if you're hungry?”

I blink a few times to snap me back into reality and away from my runway thoughts. I focus on the man in front of me expression, it looks questioningly at me.

“Huh?” I mumble my confusion.

King eyes me with his green intense eyes. “Breakfast.” He says but it honestly sounds more of a command.

I still agree though. I'm about to allow him to tug me out of the room but I stop him and myself by pulling away from him and when he turns back around with a questioning look. I smile sheepishly at him. “Can I change? I don't want to go out there looking like a h—” He cuts me off.

“You're beautiful, Sophia.” He states and leaves no room for argument. “We're eating in today and yes before you give me the speech about being in a foreign place and all that crap. Don't.” He warns and his eyes tell me to listen.

My bare feet padding across the wooden floor boards don't make a single sound compared to King, his steps calculated and controlled still seems to make it creek.

Both our hands are intertwined as he leads us both towards the self catered kitchen where the smell of strong morning coffee warfs into my nose.

“Do you want me to cook for us?” I ask, eyeing the black stove we come to stop at. I reach out to touch it and I almost awe at how smooth and new it feels underneath my fingertips, as if it's hardly ever used. “This is the most sexiest stove that I've ever seen in my whole life.” I whisper, still in awe and wonder, King chuckles at my expression.

“You amaze me every day.” He says and I blush.

I look away from his penetrating intense look, suddenly feeling way too shy to look up at him. God this man!

He amazes me!

I don't see how it could ever be the other way around.

“You're cute when you go all red faced, Amante. But I need to feed my woman so what would she like to have?”