I Crash You

26 - Overnight

[Edited]

My eyes flickered, wondering where the hell I was. I stirred, but a strong arms pulled me back until our body clashed again.

Holy-moly-mozarella-chicken-nuggets-with-bloody-ketchup, did I really had a one night stand with my boss? Well, not exactly my boss anymore but you got it. Although I had to admit that I had an amazing night.

"Morning." He kissed my hair. His voice was undeniably raspy, rough, and sexy in the so-called damned morning.

"Yeah. Fucking morning, too." I glanced sideways. He leaned closer to kiss my cheek.

"Not a morning fan?"

"Absolutely not." I groaned. "Isn't night always better though?"

"Why?"

"Well, we can do this," I grasped his hand which was on my waist up to just below my breasts, "Or this," where my ovary laid eggs, "Or-."

"Lynx." He growled as my hand found its way to his waist, or maybe a little on the deeper side.

"Or simply this." I turned around to peck him, "Without having to worry about morning breaths."

"I don't really mind, but you know, we can brush our teeth, then return to bed anytime for this," he kissed me, "or this," his finger slided downwards, drawing a straight line starting from the center of my cleavage, "or this." He said as he ended it just below my stomach.

What the fuck did he just do? Shivers ran down my spine at every single one of his magical touch. I felt helpless as I let my skin sensed and enjoyed all those tingles. Goodness.

"Sounds like a great fucking ide-I mean a fucking great idea."

We made our way, or more like he carried me all the way and sat me above the basin cabinet. We brushed our teeth, and everytime our eyes met, it succeeded in making us awkwardly shy from times to times for no certain reason. Either because we had banged each other or the fact that we're still naked, chilling in the bathroom as if we had done this a few times when it's actually our first, it just felt unreal yet surreal at the same time. Then we proceeded to wash our face.

After a minute of debate, in which he won like the pro businessman that he was with his agreement, we ended up under the showers instead of bed.

"I like you." I blurted out as he was rubbing the soap on my back. Oh, so freakin' romantic, Lynx. Under the artificial rain from the shower head while he was rubbing off my dead skin. Note the fucking sarcasm.

"I'm impressed. I like you too." He chuckled. "A bit too much to be honest."

"I'm honoured then." I grinned.

And the shower we had intended to be cold, was like any expectation versus reality. Legend says that we never got out from the bathroom.

Jk. After an hour, we're out from the hot steamy bathroom. Okay, not exactly the bathroom.

"Well, speedy laundry isn't it?" I grabbed my own clothes and put on my bra and underwear.

"I like you better without those unnecessary pieces of clothes."

"Since when were you a pervert, mister?"

"Since I've seen you without them." He smirked lazily. I smiled sweetly as I showed him my thankful middle finger before putting on another of his shirt he had offered cause a party dress in the morning would just be uncomfortable. "Well, I got the best teacher for it too." He winked whilst buttoning up his own shirt.

"Flirty, ain't you? Maybe you really should take another shower, cold shower."

"With you?"

Anyone could suggest me what kind of evil spirit had possesed this man?

"Gosh! Are you sure you didn't usually masturbate with my instagram profile picture? I swear my facebook's a baby photo."

"What the heck-"

"So, are you head over heels to me or something?"

"Lynx-,"

"Wait. Speaking of heels, do you have sandals? I don't feel like wearing my heels either. I'll return it."

"Whatever suits you lady," he rolled his eyes sarcastically. "And I have none."

"Nevermind. My poor lil' feet will just go barefoot against the cold ceramics and rough cement of roads," I sighed dramatically.

"Were you expecting for a ride?"

"Really? Will you do that?" I puppy eyed. Honestly, I was just feeling the lazy vibe right now. My pelvis weren't in their best condition either from the exercises.

"No." He instantly regretted his words as he heard my challenging tone. But who fucking cares. He had said the magic words, although not literally. I hopped on his back for a piggyback ride. "Fuck."

"You cursed a lot these days." I said as he wore his shoes and picked up our belongings, handing mine to me as I tried to keep my balance like any circus stunt would.

"I've told you, I got the best tutor."

"Really? I would like to meet her. She must be fucking amazeballs."

"Who said it was a 'she'?"

"Me and your sexy brain had a great telepathy moment."

"Interesting." He chuckled. I loved how he acted childish just because I was being one.

"Mmhhm. And I'm not gonna tell you any of our little secrets." I stucked out my tongue. As if he could see.

"No, thanks. I bet they're dirty little secrets."

"Aww, I'll tell you some then."

"No, thanks. You already contaminated me on a dangerously high dose." He said as we walked down the stairs silently to not gain any commotion as we went to my car. His mother was supposedly to be asleep until afternoon and his father should be out exercising for his hangover on after parties.

"Isn't it good?"

"No." He deadpanned.

"Touchè. That's not the way though, you should've lied and said a sweet 'oh yes, baby. Cause you're always stuck on my mind 24/7.' I thought you are a cheesy cliché master. Didn't your tutor teach you that?"

"Lying isn't good in any way."

"And your teacher is so damn unprofessional."

He opened my car door and put me down on the driver seat.

"Get in. Let's have a breakfast." I said as I put on my seatbelt and he went to put my belongings on the backseat of my car. "My treat for staying over." I added as I turned on the engine.

"No worry, that was my pleasure."

"Shut your bullshit craps and just fucking get in. I am fucking hungry." I groaned with a demanding tone. He eventually got on the passanger seat.

"Do you have a bipolar disorder?" He kind of protested as soon as he sat in the car.

"Yes. You don't want to mess with a hangry person."

"Tell me why did I agree again." He sulked, this adorable munchkins.

"It's Sunday, don't work. And a thank you would be enough."

"Thank you?"

Let's be honest for a sec though. No one actually ever wanted to be in the same car with me after their first time if I was on the driver seat. They'd rather take a taxi home even if they were broke.

"Next." I said as I reversed and sped off in my car.