It’s getting tragic at this point.
It’s been a week since the day he kissed me senseless after I stalked him then fucked him like a madman before allowing him to do anything. Good times.
Since then, I’ve been shamelessly insatiable for any glimpse of him. I need to see him every night, but even that isn’t enough, so I follow him around whenever I get the chance. But I have to keep a distance—not too difficult considering I’ve become a seasoned stalker at this point.
Anyway, I haven’t seen him at all today because of stupid tests that I couldn’t skip and was fucking desperate for ten p.m. to come since that’s when he usually shows up. However, my hopes got crushed when I received the text about his plans. I must’ve fallen asleep on the floor because right now, I’m on my back on the wood and Bran’s head rests on my shoulder, his body pressed up to my side.
And the best part? His hand covers mine over my chest.
He's in a light-blue shirt and black pants, which means he didn’t change into pajamas. I check my watch and it’s two in the morning.
Fuck me.
I can’t believe I slept for so long and missed the chance to see my Bran.
I demand a redo, now and fucking thank you.
A frown appears between his brows and I smooth it with my index finger. His eyes pop open and I have to swallow something stuck in my throat, because fuck. How can a man look hotter with each passing day? This isn’t good for my uncontainable obsession.
“Did I wake you up?” I ask.
“It wasn’t a good sleep anyway,” he grumbles in that husky voice that goes straight to my dick and somewhere in my chest.
“Uh, baby? Why are you sleeping on the floor?”
“You were sprawled all over the ground when I came in and I wanted to experience it like you do, see if it’s as comfortable as you make it look. The answer is a definite no.” He sits up and kneads his shoulders and neck. “Don’t do this again, Nikolai. It’s not good for you in the long run.”
“I can only sleep in a bed when you’re there.” I sit behind him, extending my legs on either side of him, and massage his shoulders. “Be here and I won’t have to sleep on the floor.”
“Deal.” He leans into my touch and releases a soft sigh. I’m ravenous for the way he lets me touch him outside of sex now. I know he wasn’t comfortable about the prospect in the beginning, but he now does it so naturally that I have to stop myself from devouring him whole and leaving no crumbs.
How the hell is he able to get me worked up with a few sounds?
How did he mold the almighty Nikolai Sokolov into this strange entity that can only survive in his presence? I don’t even remember myself before him anymore. I certainly refuse the very notion of being separated from him.
“How was your night out?” I ask to put an end to this queasy feeling.
“One can’t complain.”
“So you enjoyed your time while I was being miserable.”
“You’re so dramatic. Besides, I thought you’d be busy with your shenanigans in the fight club.”
“I didn’t go. I wanted to see you.”
“Is that so?” he says in a slightly mocking tone.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know.” He turns sideways so he’s facing me and raises a brow. “Have you done something I don’t approve of today?”
“Me? You’re the one who ghosted me.”
“Earlier today, did you or did you not take a picture with some leggy brunette?”
“No. Why would I do that?”
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone, and opens my IG in the tagged posts section and shows me the picture in question. A girl—that I honest to fuck don’t remember her name—is glued to my side, pushing her tits up against my arm. The captions is, Miss you, my hunk.
“Care to explain yourself?” Bran asks in an eerily calm tone. I’ve noticed that he becomes scarily collected when he’s mad.
“Uh, baby. That picture is months old, probably from before I met you. Not my fault she decided to post it today.”
“One of your fuck buddies?”
“Ex-fuck buddy. I barely remember her face. She’s from school, I think.”
“And yet, she has the liberty to call you her hunk?”
I grin. “Jealous, baby?”
He doesn’t smile back as he fists my hair in a painful grip. “You belong to me, Nikolai. I do not share, are we clear?”