Tease II

Camila's POV
I force the smile off my face and place my hands on his chest to push him away. He pulls away and stares down at me.
I contemplate what I'm going to say next.
The rational part of me is telling me to kick him out, he didn't deserve my forgiveness, but the greater part of me had already succumbed to his sweet talk.
I settle on the final thing holding me back from him.
"She's not your princess."
His brows draw together in confusion and I roll my eyes. "If you ever call her your princess, I'll never speak to you again."
Amusement dances behind his eyes but I don't budge. I was completely serious and when he realizes this he nods, biting back a smile. "Of course, how could I be so foolish when you're my only Principessa."
"I don't know." I cross my arms, my eyes narrowing in recollection. "But it was stupid of you. You didn't mean it, right?" The look I send him is beyond lethal.
He sends me a single nod in agreement. "I didn't mean it."
My shoulder relax and I blow out a relived breath, patting his chest. "Good."
He chuckles under his breath and I take the moment to trail my eyes down his form. Slacks too tight around his thighs and crotch in his seated position and a dress shirt too tight around his shoulders.
"You look uncomfortable." I observe.
He doesn't make a move, in fact the arm slipped around my waist tightens slightly. "I'm extremely comfortable right now."
My brows furrowing in confusion as I glance down at his clothes. "You should go change."
"I'm fine right here." He states firmly and I look up at his face in question, trying to understand if we were both talking about the same things.
His face is blank, telling me that I'd have a harder time explaining what I mean than just doing it myself, so I begin to get up, only for his arm to tighten around my waist. "Where are you going?"
Clingy. He's being clingy.
And while I'd need time to process his apology, I wasn't going to pass up the chance. I send him a lopsided smile. "I'll be right back."
And with that I leave the clingy Don to Move towards his bedroom.
I return a moment later, his pajamas in hand to see him slumped across my bed and slowly drifting off.
I yank the clothes at him, effectively startling him awake. "If you're gonna sleep on my bed, you better change your clothes."
The man rubs a hand down his tired face and slowly stands to his height. If my guard wasn't still somewhat raised, I'd kiss him for looking so damn cute.
But I refrain and instead watch as he brings his hands to the buttons of his shirt and begins to undo them.
I eye him, caught completely off guard and it isn't until the clanking of his belt sounds that I spin around and cover my eyes.
Never would I have thought this night would end with Alejandro Gonzalez stripping down in the middle of my bedroom.
More shuffling ensues and when I feel a light weight lane on top of my head, I reach up and fist alejandro's white dress shirt in my hand.
"There." He breathes and I turn to see him fall back on my bed clad in his white t-shirt and navy pants. "Contenta?" He murmurs, placing his arms under his head as he shuts his eyes. (Happy?)
His slacks lie in a pile on the floor and I narrow my eyes at the mess before moving them back towards the man on my bed. "No." I mumble, moving towards said pile on the floor.
He sits up and eyes me curiously, yet tiredly.
I pick up the clothes and make a show of folding them and placing them in a neat pile on my desk.
He lightly chuckles before he falls back into the bed and throws his head back, with a tired groan. "Dai." (come on.)
Arms crossed and unimpressed look on my face, I walk towards my bed until I'm standing right above where his head is thrown on my mattress. "Since when did we establish that you could sleep in my bed?"
He brings a hand to cover his mouth as he yawns, "Since I paid for it."
"I'm tired, Camila." I force annoyance onto my face, but just when I'm about to open my mouth, the man peeks an eye open and sighs, his voice deep and filled with fatigue. "Come here."
There's only about a moment of hesitation before I sigh as though I'm acting unwillingly. "Fine."
I waste no time in crawling into bed next to him, forcing that smile back when the warmth from his body makes my skin tingle.
Only the man takes it a step further when he suddenly drags me towards him and settles me atop him.
I tense, he slips a hand around my waist. I wait for him to realize what he's doing and pull away.
He does no such thing.
And with a pounding heart I slowly, hesitantly, lower my head and rest it into the crook of his neck. Yet my movements are careful, like I'm prepared for him to pull away at any moment.
He does no such thing.
Instead, his chest deflates as he breathe out and shifts below me, getting comfortable.
His arm tightens around me and his lips skim my ear."I missed you."
And only when the sound of his light snoring fills my ears do I let that smile loose."I missed you too."
. . .
I shift, then shift again, but it does nothing to alleviate the discomfort nor the heaviness making my stomach feel numb. 
My eyelids groggily open, the intricate detailing of my ceiling staring right back at me, that is until I lift my head to see the cause of said discomfort.
Alejandro lies atop me, hugging my lower half, as he wraps an arm around my waist and uses my stomach as his pillow.
This position is cute in theory, and although Alejandro looks absolutely adorable his weight isn't exactly bearable.
Luckily my legs have shifted to spread apart so that his lower body isn't crushing them but the thing is I usually have the urge to pee in the mornings. And Alejandro's squishing my bladder.
I don't know how much more I can take.
Threading my fingers through Alejandro's soft hair, I attempt to yank him up and off me but all I get is a light grunt and it sounds far too satisfied for my liking.
I try again, this time calling his name. "Alejandro," I whine.
My whine has him lifting his head and humming groggily, yet his eyes remain shut. The sound comes from deep in his throat and the action is so attractive, I pause taking in the sight of him.
His dark hair is messy, his stubble is grown out a little and his lips are plump and kissable.
"I need to pee." I say.
All I get in return is a groggy mumble before he rolls off me and onto his back as he passes out once again.
I get up and make my way to the bathroom, sighing out in content as I empty my bladder. And when I'm done, I take a quick body shower. I'd much rather get back into bed with Alejandro, but Marco would be up my ass if I was late to school today.
I get out of the shower, wrap a towel around myself and peek out of the room, only to pause at the sight of Alejandro still asleep on my bed where I left him.
Alejandro's usually up at this time, so for him to not be up must mean he must be particularly tired.
I quietly tiptoe towards my walk-in closet, glancing at Alejandro over my shoulder.
He wasn't under the covers, and he had an arm folded behind his head causing his white shirt to ride up, showcasing the toned tan skin of his lower abdomen.
The white material that hugs his muscles perfectly. The ridges of muscle make an appearance and give me a glimpse of the deep v that disappears into his pajama pants. I watch the rhythm of his chest heave up and down as light snores pour out of his parted pink lips.
He looks good. So good that it hurts to have such an attractive man show such little attraction to me.
Too bad fate had dealt me this hand. The man I wanted to be my first everything, wasn't eager to have it.
And that thought alone has me spinning around to head to my closet, but I pause in my spot. I was standing near the edge of my bed, where Alejandro's head laid and from this angle I could see into my closet-more specifically, the mirror in my walk-in closet.
If I had left the door cracked open and stood at the right place it would be enough to accidentally give him a little tease. Which was when the idea popped into my head.
My sense of morality vanishes and I can't help but scheme.
if I left the door cracked open, stood along the far wall and Alejandro happened to wake up and glance over, he would get the perfect view of me.
Of all of me.
It's risky but my heart pumps faster, the heady rush from the thought of doing something like this fueling my actions.
I pad my way into the closet and shut the door, too bad it accidentally creaks open, just an inch. It's an innocent mistake, and if he happens to catch my reflection, I would never know.
The adrenaline alone sparks excitement within.
Relax, there's a big chance he'll sleep right though it.
But there's a chance he won't.
Either way, I pat my body dry, then drop the towel into the hamper, and walk towards the drawers holding all my lingerie.
I wore lingerie on a regular basis. Although no one got the chance to see, the thought of having it on under my boring clothes boosted my confidence.
And if Alejandro just so happens to catch sight of me in my thong like underwear and bra then it's a plus.
Slipping on my underwear I turn so that my back is visible to the mirror as I grab my bra, but I still when I hear soft shuffling just beyond the door.
Alejandro's awake.
"Camila?" His morning voice floats through the crack of the door. The shuffling continues, he's no doubtedly looking around for me.
My heart stops but I pretend I don't hear him as I will myself to finish putting on my bra.
My front's faced away from the mirror for I'm too nervous and knew if I was facing the mirror, my face would give it all away.
I had never done anything this... Promiscuous.
It made me feel a little better to know that Alejandro was only getting a view of my backside, and so I will myself to continue as I grab my school skirt. I slowly lean over, my ass on full display as I start pulling my skirt up.
Silence. It's all that blares in my ears as the shuffling stops and perhaps it's all in my head, but I can feel eyes on me.
I continue to slowly pull it over my legs, if he was watching, I was going to give him a show. But when I get the little skirt up to my ass, I silently curse myself for I knew this next part wasn't going to be all that sexy.
I struggle to get the material over my ass, needing to  do a little jump to get it on. My face heats in embarrassment as I continue dressing, my back still to the mirror for I was too scared to look and have him see my flushed face.
I wonder what he was doing? Was he watching me? Was he enjoying it? Was he thinking about me?
Biting my lip, I dress in my uniform and walk into the room.
Only when I renter the room, his clothes are gone from the desk and the bed's empty. The only sign of the man being the unmade bed.
He's gone.
That giddy feeling is squashed by disappointment.
Like I said, no attraction.