Simple Stupid Man III
I never wanted to leave, but the next thing I know, Alejandro shuffles and slowly wakes up. It seems like fate has other plans. In the hope that it will lull him back to sleep, I cling to him even more tightly and bury my fingers in his short, soft, dark hair. A lamentable endeavor I knew wouldn't work, yet needed to attempt. It felt so regular and I wasn't hearing any grumbling from Alejandro. In point of fact, the moment I heard him hum in contentment and pull me closer to him, wrapping both of his arms around my waist and cradling me against his chest while soft sighs left his lips that were perilously close to my ear, I nearly lost my heart.
This man had no clue about how appealing he was. I open my eyes and lift my head from the crook of his neck, grinning at him through sleepy eyes because I suddenly need to hear his sexy morning voice. He opens his brown eyes, and through those long lashes, beneath his tired eyelids, he looks adorable and confused at me. I look up at him with my mouth pressed against his chest, still concealing my morning breath. "Morning." With my voice muffled against his chest, I mumble. He gives me a strange look as he looks at me with one eye open, furrowing his brows.
I timidly gaze up at him through my lashes, muttering out a "Morning breath." "What was that?" He asks lethargically shifting his ear towards me. "I told you, morning breath," My voice is vibrating through his chest as I repeat it slightly louder. He squints his eyes and presses together his lips prior to tossing his head back on the cushion and gazing up at the roof in thought. His fingers absentmindedly moving examples on my back. "You despise eggs?" He mutters, his imposing morning voice giving me goosebumps. "No. I said. Morning Breath." I almost shout lifting my head marginally. When he raises his head, I notice that the corners of his lips are tipped in a cute little smirk. I'm the one blinking up at him lost because he was playing with me. He tosses his head back against the cushions as a profound guttural laugh gets away from his lips.
Under me, his chest shakes, and it temporarily throws me off. "Hey!" Before opening my mouth and lightly biting him against his shirt-covered chest, I huff. His head lifts as he gazes at me in bewilderment, a look that was totally cute. "Did you bite me just now, ragazza matta?" He says he will poke my forehead. (Insane young lady) I chuckle and grin up at him, lifting my head from his chest, my hands actually holding the texture of his shirt. But then, as I'm lost in the pure attractiveness of the sight, the tiny lazy smirk that sneaks onto his plump pink lips stops my giggling. "Never considered you a biter?" He speaks, and I can't even bring myself to respond because his hands start to tickle me as they go under the covers and reach my waist.
As I move away from his twitching hands, which appear to be following me everywhere, I shriek lightly against him. The hints of my crazy giggling. "A-Alejandro! stop!" Still trying to get away from him, I let out a gasp. I trash as I roll onto my back, gasping and squirming as he turns to lean on his side, one arm supporting him while the other reaches forward and he continues to tickle me. "Ask pleasantly." From above me comes his amused voice. "P-please...stop." When I giggle, I finally feel his hands leave me. I sit up on my elbows and pause and rest as I look up at the one who's currently standing and gazing down at me, his lips shifted aside in a lethargic half grin. His stubble is lightly grown out, making him appear extremely sexy, and his hair is probably messy because I ran my fingers through it all night. Furthermore, when he yawns and stretches his arms up, his shirt rides up uncovering the conditioned skin of his low V where his resting pants hang perilously coming up short on his hips. When he brings his hand under his shirt and slowly scratches the skin underneath, I have to snap my head away from his happy trail. Wow. "Up. Let's move" . I throw myself back on the bed in protest and groan out as he abruptly commands.
He gets his watch from the end table and slips it on. I watch as he views at the time as his grin vanishes into business mode. Mr. The grump returned. I toss my arm over my eyes and emphatically murmur out as I sink once again into the bed. "It's too early to get out of bed." I say, while looking at him through the break of my arm. He clears his throat as his eyes slowly trail down my body for a split second before returning to my face. "You have school, and I have places to go." According to he, getting his solid arms over one another. "I'm taking a sick day off," I wag my lashes at him. He raises a forehead. "Even if I have to take care of it myself, you're going to go." With an episode I roll off the bed changing my nighttie that rode up uncovering my undies and fit the top that slipped uncovering some cleavage, prior to tossing him a glare. As he turns to leave, he makes a light chuckle. "You're unpleasant. Later, loser". As I exit his bedroom and close the door, I say over my shoulder. However, the fact that something other than indifference was swimming in his eyes when his eyes snapped down to my body continues to make me smile with glee. Something nearer to desire. Desire. Now all I had to do was figure out how to get him to take action.
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