Touch Me I
Camila's POV
I'm thoroughly exhausted by the time I get home, and the day hasn't even come to an end.
But that doesn't stop the world around me from moving. Alejandro's disappeared into his office, saying he's got work to do and Marco's already pulled me into another session of trying to retain boring information.
Something that seemed to be useless and cause frustration between the two of us. That is until I'm able to slip away, excusing myself to practice my music.
I rarely ever needed to practice my music, so instead, I took it upon myself to run a bath, willing my mind a detox with a new book.
I wasn't a big reader. It always took me too long to finish a book that is when something is able to grasp my attention for long enough.
This one seemed promising, that is until I'm halfway through, anticipating the love story to get explicit, but am rewarded by nothing but a fade to black scene.
I toss the book onto my bed do something I know will make up for the annoyance I've faced all day. I change into one of the new two piece night sets I'd purchased.
This one's white and although it was a little too expensive, the confidence it gave me was worth every penny.
I then reach for the book, and make a move to leave my room, with every intention of burning this damn thing.
My house slippers slap against the hardwood floors as I move down the hall, only stopping when Alejandro emerges from his office.
He's busy undoing the buttons on his dress shirt, but he lifts his head. His gaze an absentminded glance that starts at the tips of my toes, all the way up the length of my body, to my face. His gaze sharpening has he does so.
It makes me come to a complete stop.
"Where are you going?" I can't tell if the rasp to his voice is because he's tired, hasn't spoken to anyone in a while or something else.
"To find fire." I mumble, my attention going to his large hands that have resumed their activities of undoing the buttons of his shirt.
"Should I be concerned?" I look up to see his brow raised at me.
It takes me a moment to snap back into it, but when I do, I lightly shake my head, "No." I slowly walk towards him, stopping when I get close enough to see the tired bags beneath his eyes. "I'm just going to burn this book."
He stops what he's doing and glances to the book in my hand. "What did it ever do to you?"
I blink up at him, completely serious. "It pissed me off."
He cracks a tiny smile and my chest loosens at the sight while he steps back, nodding towards his bedroom door. "You can use my fireplace."
With a tiny sigh, I follow after him until we get into his bedroom and move towards the large fireplace.
The man steps forward and moves the protective film in front of the fire aside, allowing me to toss the book into it before he steps back next to me.
We stand there a moment, silence engulfing us as we both stare ahead and watch the flames swallow the pages and melt the wax on the cover.
He slips his hands into his pockets and I sigh already feeling better. "It was that bad, huh?"
I nod, the crackling from the fire sending a satisfied hum through me. "It faded to black."
I feel him turn his head, a twinge of amusement to his low voice. "Which means?"
I look up at him. "The author cut the scene right as they were about to have sex."
His brows raise and I can tell my statement takes him back, but he plays it off with a hum. "And you normally read about this stuff?"
I shrug, feeling his eyes on me. "When I'm bored."
And horny. But I don't share the thought aloud.
He makes a noise of acknowledgement, turning back to the fireplace in thought.
I tilt my head and examine his perfect side profile, illuminated by the fire. "What do you do when you're bored?"
That snaps him from his thoughts and gets him to turn and make his way towards his bed side table to remove his watch. "I don't have time to be bored."
I follow after him and drop down onto his bed, not bothering to hide my eye roll at his response.
"You rolling your eyes at me?" A bemused, playful smile crosses his lips, but his voice reeks of warning and his eyes are void of any lighthearted sentiment.
"Yeah." I sit up on my knees to get closer to his level and lift a challenging brow. "What are you going to do about it?"
The mood shifts.
I can't tell if it's good or bad, but it's heavier, darker.
Alejandro stares at me and for a moment, I'd give anything to read his mind.
"It's late." He suddenly dismisses. "Go to bed."
The drop in my shoulders in instant, as disappointment settles in place of my innocent flirting. The last thing I wanted to do was go back to my lonely room. "Can I sleep in here?"
His eyes flicker down to what I'm wearing. The shorts weren't that short, but my top was small enough to bear my stomach and low enough to show some cleavage. But he's seen me in riskier outfits, my bikini earlier today being one of them.
He hesitates, turning around and moving into his closet. "Yeah."
That brings a giddy smile to my lips as I waste no time in getting under the covers. The more I slept in Alejandro's bed, the more I hated my own. There was nothing better than laying in bed, cuddled up to a man whom made me feel safe and comfortable.
I've nearly fallen asleep by the time he emerges from his bathroom, clad in his pajamas. But the moment I'm embraced by his company, my fatigue vanishes.
He slips into bed, yet the distance between us is abnormally large.
I scoot closer, he shuffles farther.
That has me pausing to look over at him. The fireplace is still lit across the room, casting a light glow around us, enough for me to watch his reaction as I move closer once again, only for him to subtly move away, his jaw tight as he stares at the ceiling.
My brows pinch. "Are you okay?"
He folds an arm under his head. "Why wouldn't I be?" There's a hint of tension in his tone.
I deflate a little. "It's just that you usually..." I try to think my words through so that I don't sound pathetic, but it doesn't work. "Hold me..."
He shuts his eyes with an exhale, "I don't think that's a good idea right now." He murmurs and when I catch the fatigue in his voice, I can do nothing but nod in understanding.
"Okay." I turn onto my side, away from him so that he doesn't see the way my face falls. "Night, Alejandro."
He doesn't bother with a response, sending my heart into a deeper dive towards the ground.
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