Mr.Right

The next day, I wake up from the loud ticking sound of the clock.

I groan loudly, cussing at the clock for having to be so loud. I try to get up in a sitting position, supporting my weight with my elbow, only to realize that they're met with a cold hard surface.

I suddenly realize I've been sleeping on the damned floor.

My vision soon comes into focus when I find my glasses using a hand as I take in the state of the room.

The king-sized bed which has been standing so elegantly in the room is now crumpled to the floor. One side of the headboard is hanging to the left, threatening to fall while making a slight squeaky sound.

Everything comes flooding back to me, hitting me so hard like a ton of bricks that I collapse back to the floor.

I remembered how good he made me feel, how soft his hands were when they roamed all over my body, how he kissed me till my lips felt numb. A slight blush forms on my cheeks as I recall how perfectly our bodies molded with each other. We woke up later that night, craving more, not getting enough of ourselves. At one point, we lost count of the times we did it. He was on top of me, then I was, then he was again. I often found my hands roaming against his body when he moved over me. His body— is a work of art.

I grip the sheets right against my body, suddenly feeling embarrassed about last night.

Things were not supposed to get to this according to what I had planned in mind but when his lips met mine, I lost all twenty-five years of home training.

I lost control of myself when he kissed me good like I was experiencing my first kiss all over again.

I seriously need someone to talk to, I can't contain this feeling all by myself.

I glance over to my side and smile when I see Maverick sprawled beside me, the sheets covering the lower half of him. His lips are parted slightly open as a slight snore escapes from them. I creepily watch him sleep, watching as his chest heaves up and down in a slow and steady manner. His quiet breathing continues and I observe his stunning face.

are longer than mine and his face is as smooth as a day old's baby bottom, a straight nose, high cheekbones, and those lips that could make me go mental. The best part? The best part is his eyes. Eyes so green, eyes so soft that it's almost impossible not to get lost

discard the sheets and put on just one layer of my nightdress and tiptoe

the most

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and I, and

have his body scent on me no matter how long I stayed in the bathroom. I try to cover up the hickeys with

office and decided to drop by to have morning coffee with me while he

of him as he picks it

while to digest the information and when he does,

says that loud enough for people to turn around to

Christ, why don't you shout it out louder for people at the back to hear you." I shoot daggers at him with

was forcing you to live

me talk?" I press a hand

get blindfolded? Like the BDSM

in a mini skirt!"

Did he go through the back

could just shut up for

hands up in

him about the first day we almost kissed at the gym and then down to how we finally kissed at the party yesterday in front of so many people including Tony. I couldn't leave the Tony part out. I tell him about how facing him last night terrified me and then one

something," He says after listening to the whole thing. "So what are you going to do now? It's clear he wants

to go for it," I say without a breath. "There's no harm in trying. Other than that, he does make