Dessert Isn't Always sweet III
I walk over to him and grab the baby pink sweatshirt and some matching sweatpants from his hands before closing the bathroom door in his face.
I don't say anything to him. I didn't want to see him because his behavior or lack thereof tonight was extremely off-putting.
My dress was nearly impossible to remove.
Not only was my vomit visible, but the zipper also didn't work.
Be that as it may, I'd prefer kick the bucket than request his assistance, and is I walk around my vanity, take out my scissors and cut the damn dress off.
I didn't want to think about this awful night or how awful I must have looked in that dress for Alejandro to miss me.
I remove my bra and underwear and put on my clothes before stumbling across the bathroom to open the door, ignoring the tinge of disappointment I feel when I realize Alejandro is not present. But why did I feel let down? I just needed to get into bed right now because he had just left me multiple times tonight.
As a result, I fall onto my bed and fall asleep under the covers.
However, I am abruptly interrupted by the creaking of my door, and it feels as though the universe is punishing me for all of my wrongdoings.
My brows furrowed at the sight of Alejandro entering my room wearing his regular cotton shirt and navy pyjamas as I squinted my tired eyes at the intrusion. "Go away." As I sink my head into my pillow, I mumble in pain.
I was still petty, despite my exhaustion. He sits at the edge of my bed and goes to confront me, disregarding my words." Here. Swallow this." He says this as he moves forward to put what looks like a pill in my mouth.
I get up and drink the water he gives me shortly after. As I hand him the cup after finishing the glass of water and sinking my face back into my bed, the room is quiet.
"Please leave now, thanks." I mutter into the covers. Before the bed dips next to me, I hear him sigh. I sigh when I look up. "What are you engaged in?" As he climbs into my bed, I growl under my breath as I ask, only to be ignored.
I truly didn't have any desire to be close to him at this moment. However, rather than making it a greater arrangement, I get some distance from him and lay on my side, confronting away from him.
I want to protest when I hear him move closer, but I was just too tired. physically and mentally. Tomorrow I would deal with it.
At the sound of Alejandro's hoarse voice, I close my eyes, but they immediately open again. "Why are you so pissed off about me?" I could feel his body heat at my back, and his voice is nothing more than a soft murmur.
What can I say if I keep my mouth shut? From his point of view, I had no right to be as mad at him as I was because he didn't understand why I was really mad at him.
"For numerous reasons." "Well, I'm sorry," I hear him say softly from behind me. "You have no idea what you're apologizing for," I said.
"Yes, but I can assure you that I never intended for any way to make you feel bad." He responds by shuffling closer until his chest hits my back and his hand plays lightly with my hair.
I keep silent, everything was so disappointing. At the same time, I was not angry with him.
I simply needed him, however I realized it would frighten him off and demolish everything easily overlooked detail we had on the off chance that I said to him.
"Camila." He hums into my ear, his fatigued voice getting deeper. "Are you still pissed off about me?" I let out a sigh as I realize I couldn't possibly justify my fury without scaring him away.
"No." I mutter despite the fact that I knew it's obviously false. a lie that he seems to recognize. "There is still something wrong." He mumbles and I can hear the glare in his voice.
However, I go with the first thing that comes to mind because I'm too exhausted to think of a satisfactory response that won't make me sound like an obsessive love-struck girl.
"My stomach hurts still." In the hope that he will leave me alone, I sigh and whisper.
It's peaceful for some time. The space loaded up with the hints of his breathing and my night out breaths as I at last got floating going back to rest.
I didn't open my eyes until I felt his hand reach across my waist and pull me closer, bringing my back directly to his chest. "What's going on with you?" I moan out sleepily, once more, shuddering my eyes shut.
His voice is nothing more than a hushed murmur, and his breath feels hot against my ear. "Helping."
And afterward his hand gradually, reluctantly, drops down under my pullover and interfaces with the warm skin of my stomach.
My breath gets briefly not understanding what he was doing, but rather when his hand begins scouring little circles and rubbing I will myself to take breath.
As he shifts, he becomes more at ease, bringing me closer to him.
As I feel his calloused hand covering a good portion of my bare stomach as he rubs, I can't help but notice how big it is. "Better?" He brings his head closer and burys it in my hair from behind, effectively spooning me, as his sleepy voice fills my ears.
"Yes." I inhale out delicately partaking in the sensation of his hand that starts massaging and pushing down daintily, while the glow emanating from his hand causes me to feel all shivery.
He continues while humming. "I wasn't pretending." After a while, referring to what I overheard Greta say, I whisper tiredly.
Before he raises his head to kiss my temple, I feel Alessio's hand still for a split second. "Yes, Principessa, I know." While nuzzling my hair and lowering his head back, he murmurs.
Furthermore, notwithstanding my disturbance with the man, I hurry once more into him, feeling a little better that he didn't play into her bologna. "She's irritating." I murmur, covering my head into the cushion. He concurs with his hums.
"You don't know." His voice was suppressed by my hair however I actually clearly hear it actually makes my lips jerk somewhat. He wasn't interested in her.
Before his breathing evens out completely, his sleepy voice once more enters my space and I let out a sigh of relief. "Night, Principessa." Additionally, I am aware of my complete doom. I was still in his arms as I lay there. I actually permit myself to loll in the sensation of his hand scouring at my stomach, and in any event, when that hand stills and his light wheezes fill my ears, I actually permit my heart to shudder. Furthermore, despite the fact that I realized I was getting myself in a position for heart break, I actually wound up falling into a profound rest, realizing I was protected with the man that had unconsciously pushed me more profound into what my heart wanted. Him.
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