The next morning, I awake with a sense of extreme confusion. As I open my eyes and try to get up, I notice that there’s something holding me down. Slowly, my eyes follow the curve of my body, to find a muscular arm wrapped around my midsection.
Visions of yesterday flash through my mind, and I smile to myself when I remember the sight of the stars last night. My smile immediately turns into a look of terror when I realize that I told Christian my biggest secret.
“A couple more minutes,” a deep voice says when I try to get up again.
I go completely still. After a few seconds, I once again attempt my escape.
“Amaya,” he groans, pulling me closer.
My body instantly relaxes.
To be completely honest, I slept wonderfully last night: better than I have in a while. I’m not sure if that can be credited to Christian or his bed. Regardlessly, I decide to enjoy the moment for a while longer. I settle back into his hard chest and wrap the blanket around us tighter.
I wouldn’t say that lying here with him feels natural or perfect, but it isn’t a bad feeling. The way our bodies fit nicely with one another makes me think that I could get used to it.
When his grip loosens a bit, I look around for my phone. Spotting it on his bedside table, I grab it and unlock the screen. The shift in the bed causes him to scoff and say, “You move too damn much,” before throwing the covers off.
He walks around to my side of the bed in just a pair of loose basketball shorts hanging low on his hips. I avert my eyes back to my phone to avoid oggleing at him. “Is everyone still downstairs?” I ask.
“They left a little while ago,” he says, grabbing his towel. “I’m gonna go shower, then I’ll take you home to get ready.”
“Get ready?” I mumble as he walks out.
*
I completely forgot about Christian’s offer to help out with my list. Now, he’s downstairs with Mango and my dad while I rush to take a shower. Once I’m completely dressed and my hair looks somewhat presentable, I skip down the stairs to the living room.
The conversation pauses and all heads turn to me.
“You look pretty, My,” my dad smiles at me warmly.
I walk over to the couch and kiss his forehead lovingly. “You have to say that.”
“He’s not lying though,” says Christian.
My dad laughs and says, “I like him. You should bring him around more often.”
I fake gag and reply, “Don’t take that as an invite, Chrissy. My dad’s secretly super mean. He’s only saying that so he can murder you and hide the body in the basement.”
They both chuckle and I smile at the interaction.
“What are you two up to today?” he asks.
Christian looks at me before speaking, and I nod. “Maya wants a tattoo. I’m taking her to my cousin’s shop.”
My dad’s eyebrows raise and he turns to me. “Gonna get a snake going across your forehead?”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “It’s a surprise.”
I’ve talked to my dad about wanting a tattoo before, so I’m sure that he has an idea of what it’s going to be. My mom is completely against tattoos, but she doesn’t spend enough time with me as it is, so she probably won’t even notice it.
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