Assassin [18+]

Between pillows

§Morgana Acampora§

"Do you think they'll fuck?" I asked looking at the screen.

"Of course they will, they don't care about anyone but themselves," Eros replied regarding Francesca and Harry from the show. "Fucking selfish people."

"He's not a tree worth climbing; he's a child," my eyes glanced at him. "I prefer older men who know what they're doing and what they want. What do you like in a woman?"

He shrugged gazing at me "I've always dated blondes."

"Oh fuck off, Eros," I chuckled "brunettes are way more fun."

"I know, I'm one," he grinned, looking into my eyes "but it's just sex."

"Sex isn't just sex," I bit my inner cheek. "It helps you forget about everything else and it makes you feel good, like your worth—"

"You shouldn't be having sex if that's how you feel," he stated.

A sad chuckle left my mouth "We all deal with our problems in a different way; mine just happens to be sex."

"What problems exactly? You—"

"Are you serious?" My arms crossed "Didn't you see how my parents offered me like loose change to Cassian?"

He seemed embarrassed "Why don't you leave then?"

"Because—" I leaned on the headboard, looking out the window "because I keep on hoping one day I'll feel like I belong in this family; maybe one day I'll wake up and my dad will no longer seem to be disgusted by my presence or that my mother will just hug me," I wiped my tears away. "I've never told that to anyone," my eyes found him again and he was asleep. "What did you expect, Morgana?" After turning off the TV, I lay under the duvet hugging the pillow under my head. "Love can fuck off," I whispered as my eyes focused on the moon.

The next morning, when my eyes opened, there was an arm around my waist as someone breathed into my left ear, tickling me as his morning glory poked my ass "Don't move, Morgana," he whispered, pulling me closer.

My cheeks grew hot "But you said—"

"We are not having sex, we are just cuddling," he moved, placing his nose behind my ear "just fall back asleep."

"Can I go pee?" I whispered.

"Hurry up," he lifted his arm.

Once on my feet, I rushed to the bathroom to pee and splash my face with water. Back in bed, my eyes were able to see how he was only wearing underwear. If you must know a pair of black Versace briefs which is hot. As soon as my body felt the mattress below me, his arm hooked around my waist.

"Why do you constantly move whilst sleeping?"

"I didn't know I moved," I told. "I'd never shared the bed with anyone overnight."

"It's too early to lie, Morgana," the man mumbled.

"I might be a slut but I'm not a liar," my tone was firm.

"I never called you a slut."

"I merely stated I am one."

"And why is that bad?" He inquired, making me chuckle. "Just go back to sleep; your parents left an hour ago and your brother is passed out on the floor of his room."

My right eyebrow arched "How do you know?"

"Don't ask, just enjoy," his breathing breezed the baby hairs at the nape of my neck, giving me goosebumps.