"Take off your shirt." he said sternly.
"What?" I took a step back.
Alex took a step towards me and lifted my shirt. I felt his fingers brush lightly in my skin and it sent shivers down my body.
"I'll put it in the washer. I'll get you something to wear." I watched as he left the kitchen. tb y. y y 6qwb
I leaned on the counter trying to calm my heart. This guy, just his touch made me feel light-headed. Well, maybe because I had alcohol but still.
Crap, the alcohol doesn't help. I dragged my feet and collapsed in bed.
I landed on my face in his pillow and I inhaled Alex's scent. The slight scent of lemon and cigarettes. Even his shirt smells like lemon. I like lemons. I like Alex's scent. I was surrounded by his scent. I…
"Do you like it?" I heard someone whisper in my ear.
I was drifting so my brain could no longer comprehend, but I nodded anyway.
"Good. Me too." Then I fell asleep.
I woke up the next day with an awful headache. I groaned and curled to a ball. Then I remembered I was not in my room. I stood up and realized I was alone in Alex's room. Unlike the last time he wasn't at the door half naked. I went out to the kitchen and the smell of breakfast wafted in the air.
Yup, and there he was, cooking, half naked.
"Like it?" He grinned at me and I felt my face growing hot. "Rice , eggs and bacon?"
Damn this asshole. "Yea, thanks."
I sat and he put a plate for me and for himself, then he placed a pitcher of lemonade in front of us and two empty cups.
"Or do you prefer coffee?" He asked.
"It's fine."
"Good, it took me quite some time to squeeze all that for you."
I looked up from my plate and to his smiling face. "What?"
"You said you like lemons."
I tried to remember last night. Lemons? Oh his pillows and his shirt..
"You were talking out loud last night you know." He smirked at me and I feel like I'm turning beet red.
Alex laughed and pulled me closer to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and gently kissed me on the lips.
This time I didn't pull away, rather I kissed him back knowing full well I was jumping on the other side of the fence. But hell, whatever. I wanted to kiss him sober, hoping that the absence of alcohol would not cloud my mind, but damn his scent was intoxicating.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he chuckled lightly. I pulled away to catch my breath and found him smiling at me.
"That's a good sign."
"What?"
"You didn't run away today." He smirked.
"Oh, uhm.."
He took my hand in his "I'm glad." He murmured. Once more his lips found mine.