CHIARA
I spent almost the entire night parking my things and making arrangements with Chong for my arrival today. I went to freshen up and then went to the kitchen, my eyes searching for any sign of the man. The waft smell of bread hit my nose, "Marina," she looked up at me, taking bread from the tray and arranging it on a bread basket.
"Good morning, Ma'am." She beamed at me. "Morning. Have you seen your boss?" She shook her head, "He still hasn't come down yet." Which was weird because he was an early bird. He should've been down by now or knocking at my door until I agreed to have breakfast with him. If he were in his study then I wouldn't have worried like this. Something was wrong. "Okay."
I went back upstairs and stopped by his door. This was the first time ever to attempt this even after having been in his room before. My heart drummed at the thought. I raised a hand and knocked but it went silent. I knocked again and again, silent. I frowned and grabbed the handle. It wasn't locked so I twisted it and stepped inside. The first thing that came into view was his bed and he wasn't on it, only silk dark blue sheets dangling messily.
The room was huge compared to mine so I started to search for him. My feet halted along with my heartbeats, and my eyes widened in pure horror. The bathroom door was open and he was lying unconscious between it. "Carmelo!" Energy surged into my feet again. I ran to him, dropping to my knees and placed his head on my lap.
"Carmelo! Carmelo! Open your fucking eyes!" He was burning so much, and he was soaked with sweat. That extreme fear engulfed my heart. Tears well up in my eyes, "Melo, please," I shook his face but nothing, absolutely nothing moved. "No," I gently placed him down and then marched out, only stopping by the top of the stairs. "Storm! Storm! Where the hell are you?" I yelled, knowing she had to be somewhere in the house.
I hung up the call and dropped the phone on the bed. Of course, Chong wasn't happy with the cancellation because the arrangements we had for today had to be cancelled as well. But I gave zero fuck about him and the arrangements. My mind and heart were only thinking about the man my eyes were looking at now. Laying on the bed, peacefully. His family had just left along with the doctor that examined him.
He caught a cold, that's what the doctor said. I have been here since then, waiting for him to come back. To come back to me. I checked his temperature again and was glad that it reduced after getting the meds. He was still pale.
Minutes later, he opened his eyes. "Hey," he uttered, his voice horse. I sat there frozen, tears blurring my vision as I watched him. "Come here," he raised his hand. I stood up from the chair and climbed on the bed, burying my face on his chest. He rubbed my back, while I sobbed in his embrace. "Shh… stop crying tesoro. Please." He murmured, kissing my hair. "You scared me to death. I…" I took a deep breath, "I found you unconscious on the floor. Do you know how horrified I was?" I mumbled and sat up, sniffling. The last time I saw someone lying like that was my late boyfriend, covered in blood.
"I'm sorry." He sat up as well. I shook my head, "No, I'm sorry." He wiped my cheeks and I found myself leaning to his touch. Fuck. I lost it when he couldn't move earlier. The thought of losing him ripped my heart into a million pieces and numbed my senses. No words could explain my fear at that moment. "How are you feeling now?" I asked. He shut his eyes and opened them slowly the next second, casting me a beautiful smile, "Good, now that you are here." I tried. I truly fucking tried but I couldn't stop it.
Grabbing the collars of his shirt… I pulled him over and captured his lips with mine. My pulse increased wildly to feel his burning lips kissing me back. My mind stopped functioning. I might as well have none at the moment. I could feel the pressure and the heat rising at full speed. His hand circled around my waist, pulling me on his lap and closer against his heating body.
I always imagined it. And it's safe to say it felt better than I imagined. I felt like fireworks had exploded inside my veins. I lost myself in the gentle strokes of his lips against mine; switching upper and lower, lower and upper, then diving in with the tongue.
The desperate touch of our hands; urgently touching here, there and everywhere, causing sparks to lighten up my body. Despite our desperation, we kissed slowly, sensually and passionately. Like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I melted completely in the sweetness of it, not even recalling who the fuck I was. He was… in fact a good fucking kisser, and I won in life. Sue me. And of course I would never admit that to him.
Our heads pressed against each other, heaving. The rush and pulse of the aftermath was still alive, thrumming in my skin. He kissed me again and murmured against my lips, "Lay with me, tesoro." My mind stopped. Shit. I'm gonna need him to be more specific while talking to me next time. I let him lay down first and tucked him well before sliding under the covers with him. My head rested on his chest. Because that was where I belonged now.