“Fuuuuuuck.” He calls out as he jerks within me.
He stays hover over me as I go limp, completely sated. We are both breathing heavy and the look in his eye tells me he feels the same way I do. Both our worlds just go rocked.
“Is it always like this?”
He grunts, but doesn’t answer. As we both regain control, he pulls out of me. He walks to the bathroom then comes back a minute later. He climbs into bed and lays on his back. Then he pulls me over to him and tucks my head into his neck.
I feel myself fading fast as his hand gently caresses my hair. I am almost out when I hear him whisper.
“How am I going to quit you, Tesoro?”
∞∞∞
I wake the next morning to an empty bed. I feel around me, but find it’s all cold. He must have left bed long before I woke. I glance around and try to figure out the time. There is light coming in from around the curtains and judging by the brightness I would guess it’s late morning.
I get up and take a shower before figuring out what to wear. I left my clothes in the other room, but I can’t go get them naked. I look around the room and spot my clothes from last night. I pick yoga pants and bra and throw them on. I look around the room and find a hamper, which I put my underwear and the shirt Bash ripped off me into.
Then I go to the drawer I saw him use the other day. I pull out a t-shirt and slide it over me. I inhale and realize that it smells like laundry soap, but underneath I can also smell the scent that reminds me of Bash. That woodsy smell.
I smile to myself as I think about last night. I have never come so much or hard in one night. Honestly, I don’t think a guy had ever really made me come before this. I thought they did, until Bash did his magic on me. He made me realize I was missing a whole lot.
I look out of the curtains and look around. I don’t see anyone milling about. I bite my lip as I think of what to do. Go search for Bash or stay here?
I scoff at myself. Even though Bash would probably prefer I stay here, he knows me better than that. If he wanted me to stay, he should have been here when I woke up.
With my mind made up, I open the door to the bedroom and poke my head out. I don’t see anyone in the hall, so I walk out and close the door. The silence is eerie which makes me concerned as to why I haven’t seen anyone yet. Usually Bash leaves someone close by when I am around.
I scold myself for thinking that. I go to head to the room I was supposed to share with the girls, but then I hear a noise come from downstairs. I internally curse at Bash for taking my gun.
I inch my way down the stairs keeping my eyes open. I hear another sound that is coming from the area that I know the kitchen it. I make my way over and listen at the door.
“Are you ever going to speak to me again?”
I recognize Giovanni’s voice and feel the tension leave my body.
“Come on. How many times do I have to apologize?”
I don’t know who is he talking to, but I have a feeling it is Izzy. I walk in and see her sitting at the table with Giovanni sitting next to her. She is drinking coffee and pretending to read the paper while he is trying to get her attention. I walk over and sit next to her.
“Good morning, Iz. Giovanni.”
“Morning, Sofia. Can I get you anything?” Giovanni asks.
“A cup of coffee would be great.”
He gets up and Izzy turns to me.
“Good Morning, Sofia. Where were you last night?”
She looks pointedly at my shirt. I cast my eyes down. I don’t feel guilty for what we did last night, but I also don’t want her to judge me.
I hear her sigh.
“You slept with him, didn’t you?”
I look up at her and give her my best ‘this is not up for discussion face.’
“Yes.”
