Their warmth fills me up as they're supposed to. I turn onto my other side and snuggle into the soft wall of warmth beside me as strong arms wrap themselves around me. I drift off to sleep once again, returning to my dreamland.

Until it all sets in.

A million questions race through my mind as I try to figure out what's going on. Who's holding me in their arms like this? What time is it? My eyes creak open to find the most gorgeous being I've ever seen.

His ashy hair scatters across his features. Bushy yet tamed eyebrows crown slender eyes that speak of mischief. His expression remains stoic. His lips are formed into a thin line, resembling that of a frown.

My eyes trail down his lean frame, admiring it for all it is. Need and want wash over before vanishing as soon as it comes. He looks handsome in his sleep. I'm staring, but I can't look away even if I want to.

What about him pulls me in? I can't be interested in my therapist no matter what he does or why he does it. I know it too well, but I can't stop myself from wondering why he's doing this. It's obvious our relationship isn't 'normal'.

"Then what is it?"

"It feels weird to have someone watch me sleep." The corners of his lips lift to form a toothy grin, child-like for a man his age.

His eyes open slowly, their radiant color shocking me more than they ever did. His arms lower to my waist, holding me closer to him.

"Since you're better, I think you owe me." The grin he wears grows wider the longer I stare at him.

A glint of mischief passes over his eyes as he stares at me. A sense of dread washes over me as I think of the many things he can do that will ruin what we have. As much as I enjoy playing games, it doesn't seem like this is one I want to play.

"What...do you want me to do?" I ask him, hesitating to go on.

"I want to kiss you," He blurts out, his arms keeping me in place.

"Sure, why not?" I speak without considering anything. "Wait, what?"

"You agreed." Another grin crosses his lips before he smashes our lips together.

The caress of his lips match that of the clouds in the sky, despite having never felt one before. Soon, the fact sets in - I'm kissing my therapist. My bottom lip quivers at the thought, thinking of what may happen when this is over.

The taste on his lips remind me of candy. The taste alone is overwhelming, no, enthralling. My mind begins to fill with thoughts of he and I doing things lewder than this. Before I know it, I'm kissing him back, willing to continue with this.

One of his hands roam my body, coming to rest on my waist. He pulls my waist closer to his. A feeling of need and want washes over me as I give in to him. He licks my bottom lip, asking for entrance.

My body betrays me as I open up for him to enter. Our tongues entwine, mingling with each other. He pulls away from me, both of us panting for air.

"You're more than I thought," He whispers in my ear, smirking like a devil, adding, "Of course, I would be lying if I said you're as sexy as you're daring."

Heat rises to my cheeks upon hearing him say that. Why am I shy when we're just talking? I'm addicted to him after a simple kiss. Like a blessing disguised as a curse, he makes it easier for me to give in to my desires. Much easier than my dreams, at that.

"I want more," He hisses, connecting our lips again.

A warm feeling fills me up once our lips meet. My hands shift to his shoulders. I yearn for him more than I want to admit. It's wrong, I know, but it feels so good to give in.

My hands grip his shoulders, my mind yelling at me to stop, my body refusing to. We're like wild animals. Once we get a taste, we can't stop going for more. I begin to lose myself in him, giving in like submissive brat I am. This is a first for me. It's terrifying, but it fuels me for more.

I pull away from him, panting for air like him. Taking his chance, he begins to strip me of the clothes I wear, an oversized hoodie and a pair of shorts, revealing more of me to him. He latches onto my neck, kissing and sucking wherever he can reach.

Soft moans escape me as they arrive at his ear. I need it more than I realize I do, but in the back of my mind, I'm conscious of what we're doing. I know we're not supposed to do this, but I can't stop when we've already come so far.

He leaves a trail of hickeys down my collarbone until a rush of pleasure shoots through my body. A sudden moan, louder than the rest, escapes me. 

"Please, ahh, stop teasing, hnn!" I bury my head in his shoulder, covering my mouth with my hand.

A twinge of pain shoots through my waist, reminding me of my growing erection. Judging by the shuffling of feet outside, it seems we're not supposed to go on.

"Alexei's here..."

He removes his lips from my neck and stares at it intently. For a second, I ponder on the endless possibilities of what it is, but I don't have time to think about it. The clattering of pans sounds in the apartment, knelling the end of it all.

"It's time to eat," He beams, despite being upset about it. After a few moments, he says, "I wish we could go on. I love hearing you moan."

My hands dart to my face to hide my reddening cheeks. It’s as embarrassing as I think it is. Although this isn’t the first time, it’s the first time it was caused by someone else.

“You’re hard from a few kisses and leaving a mark?” He questions me, his ego boosting at the situation. He continues, “That’s cute. I want to go on, but we might get caught.”

He lets go of me, his warmth leaving me before I can protest. He helps me tidy myself up and hides the mark with my hoodie. I can’t be seen walking around with a mark, otherwise, it will be obvious that I’m the “Slut of the Roman family".

“We can continue where we left off some other time. Let’s go eat,” He tells me, climbing out of bed.

A groan of disappointment betrays me. His departure saddens me in that I can’t be relieved in the way I wish to. He’s the first person I’ve feel drawn to, especially since it’s our first time like this.

What if I’m with the wrong guy? I’m not willing to let people in like this, but, I can relax since there are no signs saying he’s bad news.

“Can we continue tonight, Aurelius?” I call to him, realizing I did only seconds after.

He comes to a halt as though the question is one that requires a lot of thought. The question stuns me for a moment, surprising me that the words even came out. I won’t blame him if he denies my request because he wants to try and keep things professional.

“Yeah.”