Failure II
It takes a brief moment of hesitation before I decide that for right now, I was going to push all the shit between us aside. "Where's your lotion."
He stops to raise a skeptical brow at me.
I roll my eyes, "I'm trying to help. That's all."
It takes him a moment, but he eventually leans over, reaches into a nearby drawer and pulls out a small tube of lotion.
I grab it and set it in his lap between us, before moving to unbutton his shirt.
I barely make it past the first button before he stills, grabbing my wrist to stop me. "Camila." There's a warning in his tone. "I don't have the energy for another one of your attempts."
My face burns in humiliation at his accusation yet it's another reminder of just how much I'd messed with the man. "I promise it's nothing like that." Guilt swims in my stomach, as I drop my hands. "I was just going to give you a proper massage, my mamá use to give them to me when my shoulders would grow tense from piano practise." my face growing serious. "If you don't want me to, I'll stop."
I had no intention of taking advantage of him like that. I only wanted to help him feel relaxed, and return the favour for holding me while I cried.
It takes a moment but Alejandro nods, letting go of my hand allowing me to undo the buttons on his shirt, exposing the tan broad skin underneath. My movements are slow, almost hesitant as I try to be as casual as possible.
"Your mamá wasn't the best at communicating her feelings, but I bet she's proud of how far you've come." He suddenly murmur. And I focus on slipping the white material over his broad shoulders, blinking away the tears.
Wrong. She'd take one glance at my test paper and look at me in a mix of pity and disappointment, like I was a lost cause, dumb for the rest of eternity.
Yet despite that, she'd still love me.
I wanted that back. I wanted to be loved.
I tilt my head down and focus on grabbing the lotion as I apply some onto my hands, while Alejandro leans farther back into the couch.
I can feel him watching me when his thumb comes up to gently brush away a stray tear.
The action so sweet and unlike the man I'd thought him to be. I laugh softly as I recall Mamá telling me about how the man was a softie under his rough exterior. I thought she was being ridiculous, but I guess she was right.
"What's so funny?" He asks, his thumb lingering on my cheek after he's wiped the few tears.
I shake my head and chuckle, "Mamá was right about you."
Something in his expression tightens, "About what?"
"That you aren't that bad when you look past the grumpy workaholic." I tease.
He visibly relaxes, but instead of replying he sinks back into the seat and his eyes shut as my hands begin rubbing my lotion covered hands along his chest and up to his tense muscles.
I knead and massage my fingers into his tense skin and the room erupts in silence save for the sound of the soft cracking of the fireplace and Alejandro's deep exhale.
I can feel Alejamdro's eyes on me, I finally pull my concentrated gaze away from his defined shoulders and neck. "What?"
"Nothing." He bites back a smile and I move my hands up to where his shoulders meet his neck. He lets out a satisfied grunt. "I'm just surprised you've been able to stay quiet for this long."
My lips part in surprise at what just came out of his mouth and he chuckles at my reaction. I dig my hands into his tense skin and squeeze hard, "Shut up, old man."
With a low sigh that almost sounding like a groan, he throws his head back as his eyes shut in bliss but he raises a brow at me. "Old man?"
"Yeah." I respond, my fingers moving towards the back of his neck as I scoot closer.
He hums. "If this didn't feel so good, I'd punish your ass for that comment."
I laugh and make a mental note to start calling him that more often.
The edges of his lips twitch and my laughter ceases the second I feel his hand move under my shirt. He snakes a hand around my waist, pulling me against him. His eyes are still closed and my eyes drop to the mischievous smirk on his lips.
When his eyes do finally open, my face is only a few inches from his and I lose myself in his deep brown eyes. Which only takes me by complete surprise when he starts tickling my sides.
I shriek and try squirming out of his hold but he keeps me pinned against him with the hold around my waist. "Old man?" He hums, as I giggle uncontrollably, making out his raised brow. "Still think I'm an old man?"
I nod. "Y-yes." I laugh and he only tickles me more to the point where tears spill from my eyes because of how much I'm laughing.
That is until he suddenly stands with me in his arms. My laughing turns to an embarrassing squeal of surprise before he continues to handle me like I weight nothing.
"Could an old man do this, huh?" I don't have time to respond before he's twisting me in his hold and tossing me over his shoulder.
"Alejandro-" I gasp. I'm left to clutch onto his muscular back, the only support from him being a hand lazily resting on the back of my upper thigh. Not as tight as it should be. "I'm going to fall-"
"You'll fall if my back gives out, like an old man." He muses, his tone filled with smug amusement.
Him and I both knew he wasn't an old man.
The harmless threat lingers between us but I don't want to admit it yet, "exactly, I can't rely on an old man to carry me. Put me down-"
His palm comes in contact with my upper thigh in the form of a light slap. Before he loosens his already unstable hold.
He wouldn't drop me...right?
I stop teasing and shriek when I feel myself start to slip out of his hold."F-fine, fine. I take it back you're not an old man."
He gives a satisfied hum rubbing the skin he'd slapped before he flings me onto his bed.
I land atop the soft surface with yet another shriek and he chuckles before abruptly turning around and walking away. I sit up on my elbows and adjust my shirt that rode up, as I stare at him in confusion.
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