“I’m not keeping secrets, I’m holding up the suspense.”
“Fuck you, asshole.” She snickers. “Enjoy your night, you naughty boy.”
I snort and mock gasp. “Such vulgarity!”
“Yeah, yeah, shut up and go give your man all your attention.”
“I will,” I muse. “Good night, Liv.”
“Night, V.”
Okay, I got this.
The man of my dreams is behind that door, waiting for me in only a bathrobe.
Yeah, I’m gonna get hard just thinking about it.
Visha, calm down. We must stay focused on the objective.
The point isn’t to have sex with him. I could live out the rest of my life without that aspect, but I do want to feel his skin against mine as it heats up and seeps into my veins.
Honestly, I just want to lay my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat for the rest of my existence.
My hand hovers over the handle, hesitating as I take a deep breath and finally gather the courage to open the door.
Storming inside our room, I almost let the door slam behind me but catch it at the last minute and shut it softly. “Good news. They had socks and underwear. The bad news is the underwear is ridiculous.”
I step further into the room and find Aoi sprawled out on one of the beds, bathrobe having slid off his upper body and exposing patches of pale skin. Dropping the underwear and socks on the table, I walk up to him and crouch down next to his bed.
Fuck, he’s adorable.
“How can you fall asleep like that?”
His hair falls over his eyes as his chest rises with each breath. I can’t blame him for dozing off since today has been a long and eventful day, but I wanted us to talk more.
I can’t get enough of him.
I brush his hair away and place a soft kiss on his forehead before carefully picking him up and laying him under the covers. The cutest sound escapes his lips as he snuggles against the blanket, and I can’t help but smile.
Pressing my lips to his adorable nose, I whisper, “Sleep well, my Paradise.I love you.”
34
Aoi
The sound of sheets ruffling and muffled sobs jolts me out of my sleep.
Blinking like a frog, I kick the blanket off me and glance at Andrew who is visibly having a horrible nightmare. Worried, I get off the bed and rush to his side, sitting down on his bedside and reaching for his shoulders.
“Andrew, wake up,” I whisper, gently shaking him.
His entire body trembles as he violently jerks under my grip, tears streaming down his face. “No, stop! Please, don’t!”
Face pale as a ghost, he jolts awake and almost bumps into me, gasping for air with bloodshot eyes. He’s drenched in sweat, glancing around himself and shaking his head as though he’s in some sort of denial. I cup his cheeks and caress them with my thumbs, soothing him as he blinks in disarray.
“Aoi?” he mumbles, lips parted and eyes wide open, scanning my face for answers. “Is it really you? You’re real this time?”
This time? This sort of thing has happened before?
