I stood mesmerized by the items he laid on the table. It was obvious he was staying for a couple of days, given the amount of stuff he brought. He even grinned while glancing back and forth between me and his belongings. I had this nagging feeling that he considered it a success that he had managed to infiltrate my home, and he was now claiming his territory.
But what was this guy's grand plan? Why did he suddenly storm into my house and manage to kick my aunt and cousin out to have me all to himself?
"I'm not waging war here, Sid. So you shouldn't worry, because I'm not planning anything malicious." He plopped onto the free couch with such nonchalance, crossing his legs while maintaining unbroken eye contact.
I could swear his eyes were performing miracles on my body, especially as his smile widened. I clenched my jaws. I felt like I was in danger – the weird part being, I sort of loved the danger he brought along. My cheeks heated up under his gaze. "You won't be sleeping in my room. Not a chance, Rayden."
He burst into laughter. I couldn't deny that he managed to turn up his charm. But his intense stare was locked onto me. "You're way too futuristic, Sid. We can't sleep together in just one room, yet. Not just yet."
I found myself silently protesting as he flaunted his humor. "Where are you going to sleep then?"
He stretched languidly on the sofa, almost showing more skin than clothes. The audacity. His seductive posture made me feel like he was dangling forbidden fruit in front of me. And the anticipation grew as he lingered in that position, as if he was baiting me with a hint of mischief. After what seemed like a deliberately prolonged moment, he finally shifted his gaze from me and said, "Your aunt offered me the master's bedroom. She'd prepared the room before they left." He got up from his seat, every movement gracefully choreographed. "I need to change, do you mind helping me carry my things to our room? I mean, to my room?" He teased.
Since I was left with no choice but to harbor the troublemaker within my house, I grabbed his leather backpack, almost tearing it apart in my haste. The force of my pull caused a compartment to burst open, sending a bottle of alcohol, moisturizer, and a box of… condoms flying out. Condoms!
My eyes widened at the sight. Why on earth did he have condoms with him? My cheeks were ablaze, a mix of embarrassment and fury coursing through me. His confident smirk only added fuel to the fire, a challenge in his gaze that ignited my hidden desires.
"T-those are for emergencies, Sid," he managed to laugh, though his discomfort was palpable as he scratched his head. Then his expression shifted, a mischievous grin curling his lips as he met my intense gaze. "You won't kick me out immediately, will you? Who knows, your longing for me might surge to new heights, and I might not be able to restrain myself? Come on. Every guy has those! At least for safety precautions!"
My temper flared, his audacity a catalyst. I clenched my fist, the bag inches away from his taunting face. With a swift motion, I let the bag connect with his abdomen, the impact causing him to crumple onto the sofa, his laughter ringing in the air, a blend of devilish and flirtatious.
"I don't know your game, Rayden, but remember this – whatever scheme you're orchestrating, victory won't be yours," I retorted, a promise laced with a hint of intrigue. I turned on my heel, storming toward my room, his calls for forgiveness trailing after me, unheard. The thought of shattering that handsome face crossed my mind, but why mar something that was undeniably captivating?
For hours, I shut myself in my room, the house's commotion fading to a distant background noise. An abrupt thud resonated, followed by a groan, signaling his unfortunate misstep. I allowed his foolishness to be his teacher, a lesson learned without my interference. I reveled in his absurdity, soaking in every minute of his recklessness, until exhaustion claimed me, and I surrendered to sleep.
Upon waking, the aroma of pochero tickled my senses. Night had fallen, the clock inching toward six. Stretching lazily, I climbed out of bed, stifling a yawn. The devilish charmer was likely concocting his antics in the kitchen, even jesting about smelling irresistible to lure me into his trap.
Stepping out of the bathroom after freshening up, I wandered to the kitchen, and there he was – perched on the couch, engrossed in a TV show. His attire consisted of sweaty pants and a loose shirt that molded perfectly to his physique. He seemed at ease, his relaxed demeanor masking the calculated intentions beneath. Those purple slippers, a stark contrast to his masculinity, held me captive, as did the scent of his presence that enveloped me.
"Why not take a seat next to me?" he invited, his hand patting the spot on the couch, a temptation wrapped in his playful tone.
I shook my head, wide awake. "Not tired. I napped earlier, so sleep might evade me for a while. Perhaps it's you who'll succumb to exhaustion first."
He stammered, uncertainty and desire woven in his words. "C-can I?" The plea hung in the air, laden with implications. "There's a pillow here, please?"
My response was a hesitant nod. "Uh, okay."
In a swift motion, he procured a throw pillow and placed it strategically. A silent invitation, a gesture laden with anticipation. "You won't even notice me, I promise," he assured, the underlying promise of intimacy tracing his words.
Once more, I denied, an assertion of my awakeness. "I'm not sleepy. My nap earlier will likely catch up to me later. Maybe you'll be the one overcome by drowsiness."
With gentle persistence, he pleaded again, his tone soft and urgent. "Please? There's a pillow, after all. Just a moment."
Reluctantly, I conceded, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering. "Um, okay."
Before four o'clock could even strike, the throw pillow was in place. He positioned himself, lying with his head in my lap. The intimacy of the gesture made my heart race, his proximity inviting temptation. I brushed off the impulse to run my fingers through his hair, battling against my own desires.
"Sidney," he murmured, slipping into slumber. "Sidney, I crave you desperately. I want you..."