Perfectly Arranged • Alejandro Rosario

40 • I love you

Y/n pov:

"No, we're not living here," Alejandro grumbled as I dragged him into the next house.

"Baby, it's cute you think your opinion affects me," I tease as I unlock the door with the key the estate agents gave us.
"Princess, if I say we're not living here, we're not living here. I'm the one buying the house," He chuckled as he grabbed my waist and pulled my body against his. He began kissing my neck and he pulled away and chuckled as I struggled in his grip. I turned around and pecked his lips.
"I'm not fucking you in a house we're not going to live in," I tease.
"Then we'll live here," He whispered as he leaned in. I turned my head and he kissed my cheek and pulled away and frowned.
"Horny fucker," I giggle. He pulled my body closer not that I knew that was possible.
"Just kiss me," he whined.
"I don't want to," I tease as I put my arms around his chest and lean up to him.
"Tough luck," He whispered before he locked our lips together and started the make out session. He pushed me up against the wall and deepened the kiss.
He eventually pulled away and we caught our breaths.
"You're hot," I say as I walk past him and look around the empty house. I hear him chuckle behind me as I walk off.

"This ones perfect," I smile.
"Are you sure?" He questions nervously as we get out of his car and look at the house hand in hand.

"Do you not like it?" I ask softly as I look over at him.
"I love it," He smiles.
"Let's have a look around," I say and try to pull him towards the house. He pulls me back and I spin and my chest collides with us.
"My boobs," I groan. He smirks begins to move his hands. "No," I chuckle. He groans and drops his hands back to his sides and one holds mine again.
"We can just skip the looking around and I can put an offer on and we can go home," He says quietly.
"You're still horny?" I smirk. He nods nervously.
"Shower sex?" I smirk.
"You want my first time to be in the shower?" He chuckles.
"It'll make it interesting," I giggle.
"I don't want it to be interesting," He says quietly.
"You want it to be special?" I ask as I put my hand on his cheek and lean my body against his. He puts his arms around my waist as he nods. "Then we'll have sex in bed, then shower sex," I smirk.
"You're horny ass isn't getting it," He whines.
"Then tell me," I sigh and put my arms around his neck, preparing myself to listen.
"No, it's weird," He says, breaking eye contact.
"Look at me," I say sternly. "Tell me, it's your first time, I want it to be perfect," I say softly as he makes eye contact with me again. He leans down and kisses me softly before pulling away and moving himself to my ear.
"I don't want to just fuck you, I want to make love you to," He whispers which sends shivers down my spine. If anyone else said make love, I'd be fucking grossed out. But him, he made it feel different, like sex wasn't just sex to him. It meant more. He pulled away and looked into his eyes.
"Okay baby," I smile at him. "How about we go on a date tonight? Then stay at a nice hotel?" I offer.
"That sounds perfect, but I don't have a date arranged," He says nervously.
"How about we go and get food at a restaurant and skip dessert, buy ice creams and walk along the beach and talk, watch the sunset together, and then go to the hotel and have a special night together?" I say softly.
"I'm so lucky," He mumbles.
"What makes you lucky? Being engaged to a bitch?" I chuckle nervously.
"You're no bitch y/n. You're the most perfect fucking woman on this planet," He whispers nervously.
"Your perfect fucking woman," I smile giddily.
"All mine," He smiles and softly pecked my lips.