Intimacy and no sex I
Camila's POV
I had never been a sunshine.
You know, one of those people that woke up with a smile on their face. The ones that were oddly chirpy and too happy in the mornings. The ones that would make everyone else around them want to jump off a bridge for their uncanny ability to be so awake at ungodly hours of the morning.
But today, I was a sunshine.
When my eyes flutter open, the sun uncomfortably blaring into them, a smile slips onto my lips.
Last night was the best sleep I had ever had. I guess being coaxed to sleep with an orgasm had it's perks.
And when the one giving that orgasm was a 6'4 Italian Adonis with magical fingers, it was even better.
I could so get use to this.
I stretch my limbs and turn around to see Alejandro's sleeping face a few feet away from mine. His head is thrown back, his eyes are shut and his lips are parted as soft snores escape them.
His face glistens due to the sun shining down on him and his jaw is adorned with his early morning scruff.
I want to scream in delight because, I - Camila Rodriguez had finally landed myself the most attractive man I'd ever laid eyes on.
We hadn't cuddled last night and I didn't care for I had drifted off almost immediately after my orgasm.
But now I was in the mood to be in his arms.
I scoot over, turning my head to continue peeking over at him. His brown hair is messy, fanning across his forehead, while his long thick lashes lay against the skin just above his cheeks.
I cant help myself when I bring a hand up to move his hair out of the way, and press a kiss to his forehead, before smoothing out the crease between his brows with my thumb.
That makes him snap his eyes open.
"Morning." I murmur, snuggling into his side and throwing my leg over his torso to get closer to him.
It's then that I realize, aside from my silk cami, I'm naked from the waist down. But I don't have time to move or say anything for the next thing I know, Alejandro stills before throwing his head back with a low curse. "Cazzo."
The way in which his demeanour changes makes me stop for a moment. He sounds like a man who'd just woken, with a hangover, his poor decisions of the night before looming over him.
My stomach drops at what this could mean. And the way he turns his head so that his angry eyes meet mine, solidify my thoughts.
A large hand grips my thigh beneath the covers before he's throwing it off him. "Put some fucking clothes on." He spits, his voice hoarse.
I frown as I sit up, letting the sheets pool at my lap as I watch him bolt out of bed and turn to stare at me.
The man shakes his head after a moment of deep contemplation, before spinning around and making his way into the bathroom, speaking a word that shatters my bliss completely, "Leave."
I do no such thing. Instead I stand, angrily slip on the shorts I'd somehow slipped out of last night and pad after the man who was acting crazy.
Why is he being like this?
"Why are you mad?" I say coming to stand next to him as he leans over the sink, and rinses he's his mouth.
Alejandro doesn't look at me, nor does he speak. But his silence does, and it tells me he's seething.
He begins to brush his teeth and I stare at the side of his head, beyond puzzled as I wait patiently for him to finish.
He finishes brushing his teeth, but then starts to shave his face, completely ignoring me in the process.
Eventually I get tired of his ridiculous behaviour and cross my arms, "Seriously Alejandro, what's up with you?" I say growing annoyed with his mood swings.
His broad shoulders stiffen, before he sets his razor down, straightens out and turns towards me, his face stoic. He takes a threatening step towards me, into my personal space, his chest bumping mine and I instantly recoil. The man reeked intimidation and I'd be lying if I said it didn't wash away some of my confidence.
I hated how he could do that so easily. He had the ability to make my entire facade crumble with one bone chilling look and he was using it right now.
I shift uncomfortably under his scrutiny, and look away, but he's right there, gripping my chin and tilting my face back to his.
I swallow and stare into his eyes, noting that the look in them is far from soft.
"Last night was a one time thing." He responds evenly.
I step closer and bring my finger up to trace his freshly shaved jaw. The man had my attention, gave me his, and now, there was no getting rid of me. "It doesn't have to be."
He pushes my touch off, "I regret everything about last night."
Ouch.
But he's not done as he steps back and looks at me like I'm some kind of monster. "I don't want you like that."
His voice is not only laced with malice but judgement and worse of all, blame.
Guilt makes its way into my chest and I briefly wonder if I'd come off to harsh and forced his hand.
No. He started it.
The man makes a move to turn around. "I didn't force you to do anything. Stop making me feel like it's my fault." I glare at his back. "You had full control of what you were doing." I spit but he only turns his body back around to narrow his eyes at me.
"This attraction you claim is mutual isn't." His response is cold and calculated. "It's completely one sided."
I don't back down.
"Oh really?" I step closer and trail my gaze down the length of his body. "I find that hard to believe." My eyes pause on the crotch of his pants, where I make out the not so subtle bulge of his erection.
An erection just like the one digging into my ass as he was pleasuring me last night. Because that's what it was, he was pleasuring me. He could have stopped it if he wanted.
I look back up at him and raise a brow.
Alejandro was a powerful man, one that knew how to belittle people and turn situations around so he didn't have to take accountability. But I wasn't going to stand around and let him make me feel like shit.
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