I woke up with someone nibbling my nape and the back of my ear. Shit! It feels so good. They’re my weak points.

I closed my eyes again and let out a loud moan. Then I heard a husky voice chuckling behind me. “That’s it baby, moan for me.”

Shit! I fidgeted and moved to stand up, but I just realized that muscled arms are around me, restraining me to move.

“Grey, what are you doing?” I snapped at him.

“I want you to remember something.” He said, keeping that husky voice behind my ears.

“What are you talking about?” I said, trying to remove his arms around me.

I heard him sighed and he released me. I immediately stood up and went out of bed and faced to confront him.

But the bastard! He seems to be amused and there’s a smile playing on his lips.

“What has gotten into you? Why are you in my bed and why are you nibbling me?”

Then he chuckled. “So cute.”

“You’re out of your mind Grey.” I said as I slapped my forehead with my left hand. I am walking back and forth when my eyes landed on the full-length mirror.

My jaw dropped.

“Why the hell am I naked?” I freaked out and immediately pulled the sheets to cover myself. And to my surprise, Grey was also naked under the sheets!

“And why are you naked?” I screamed at him who simply took the nearest pillow to cover his private parts. “What have you done to me?” I moved towards the bed to charge at him who was, at that time, flashing a very annoying, playful grin.

I was halfway towards him when I realized I shouldn’t do it. But it was too late. I moved back but he pulled me towards him, so I ended up above his broad chest.

“What the-?” I cursed and tried all my might to get away from his grasp but he rolled so he’s on top.

I can’t move. He caught both of my wrists with his left hand. My legs were also useless because it was intertwined with his.

His right hand was tracing the contours of my face. I looked at him sharply in the eye to tell him that I am very angry. But to my surprise, no hint of tease was there. Instead, his eyes, those two balls of grey were flashing…was that hatred? Pain? Longing?

I looked away.

“Don’t you remember me, Dean?” he said in a very melancholic voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said and I was surprised to hear my voice so low.

He rested his head over mine so that we’re forehead to forehead then he slowly closed the distance between our noses.

He’s breathing heavily and I could really feel him there even if there’s a pillow in between.

Then he closed his eyes. Slowly, he claimed my lips.

I couldn’t find my voice or my strength.

This Grey-eyed Adonis is on top of me, kissing me.

I’m naked.

He’s naked.

When he stopped, he muttered “you’re beautiful.”

And again, he kissed me, this time, I moaned.

When he halted, he smiled and the emotions that were there just a moment before were gone.

His mirth is back.

Then he planted small kisses all over my face.

The tip of my nose

My forehead

My eyes

My chin

He nibbled my lower lip for a moment followed by my ear.

Damn, it feels so good.

Then he gave me a long kiss on my neck then he released me. “Go, take a shower. I’ll prepare the breakfast.” He said as he stood up without minding that he’s showing everything, and did I tell you that his size was overwhelming?

(You know what I mean right?)

And damn, that Adonis belt of his.

I stood up and ran towards the bathroom. I couldn’t find my voice. I looked at my face in the mirror. I noticed the hickey on my neck. Then I looked all over my body, there are hickeys all over.

The bastard!

I didn’t remember him sleeping beside me last night. He must have transferred. But why did he do that?

And what was he talking about remembering him?

I barely know him and yet he’s done it!

“Well, nothing really happened right?” I asked myself on the mirror and touched my behind. It doesn’t feel sore.

I heaved out a sigh of relief. I tried everything to forget what happened.

When I went down, I saw him preparing the table wearing an apron.

“Aren’t you wearing anything aside from that apron?” I asked.

He chuckled. “I’m wearing my boxers.”

I didn’t comment.

“Why? Do you want me to undress?” He continued.

“Cut it, Sanders!” I snapped

“I’m kidding.” He said as he reached for my chin.

I removed his hand. “Don’t touch me.” I hissed.

He laughed. “You’re so cute when you’re angry. But it’s not good when you’re facing food.” He said and changed his tone.

We ate.

“By the way, I don’t need you here anymore. You can go home now.” I said coldly after the breakfast.

“I told you, I promised your mom.” He said, his jaw tight.

“Don’t mind her. She’ll understand.”

He didn’t reply immediately. When I looked up, I saw him tight-jawed. He’s obviously angry.

“When I promise, I do it.” He said sharply and stood up.

He removed his apron and put on his clothes. “I’ll be back shortly.” He said.

I sighed, for a moment I got scared.

I followed him with my gaze… there’s something mysterious about this guy.