Page 60 of Eight Weeks
“Go to sleep, Sofia.” I certainly won’t be able to anymore. Why did she have to tell me this? It only makes me want to make her dream come true so badly.
Sofia snuggles herself closer to me, and because I feel like torturing myself a little more, I close my arms around her.
She’s been quiet for a while now, the only sounds coming from her are the usual breathing sounds. At least until I’m actually seconds away from falling asleep, even though I have had my bets set on not being able to.
I am tired, truly. It’s been a long day and I haven’t gotten much sleep the day prior. But when she speaks up again, and completely messes with my head, I know I won’t close an eye tonight.
“Promise me you will do everything in your power to make that dream come true, Aaron.”
I promise, I say in my head but don’t voice it.
33
Aaron
“soon you will be mine”—Fallingforyou by The 1975
I guess I did end up fallingasleep because the last thing I remember is holding Sofia a little closer to me in case that would be the first and last time I got to do it. And now, she’s standing in the middle of her room, currently stripping off my shirt.
She has already put on some leggings and must have brushed her hair because it doesn’t look tangledat all. Her back is turned to me, so she doesn’t know that I’m awake, and I do not plan on letting her know I am for a little while longer.
I try my best not to look at her when she throws my shirt in her hamper to get it washed, her back completely exposed to me. And I totally don’t imagine walking up behind her, brushing her hair out of the way so I can kiss down her neck.
Nope, totally not doing that.
My dick jumps at the thought, and never in my life have I hated a boner more than in this moment.
Luckily, I don’t have much time to admire her silky skin and make myself feel like a creep because her room door swings open without a warning.
Unfortunately, the person opening the door is none other than Leon, though, his appearance sure does help with my boner as that one’s now no longer standing strong.
A nasty smirk tugs on his lips as his eyes linger on Sofia’s chest a little too long before she covers herself up with her arms.
“Leave,” she says… or so I would assume by the sound of her voice. Demanding, mad. I’m not even going to pretend I understood, but I love making up my own meanings.
“Fuck, you’re hot, Sofia,”he says, and salivates. Okay, I’m kidding, that’s my head speaking.
“Leon, LEAVE!”
He shakes his head, grinning so proudly, I would love to throw a fist just to fuck him up. That fucker doesn’t even speak at first, he just stands there, staring. But when he does find his voice, he says all the wrong things. “Why are you covering yourself, Sofia? It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”
Now, you probably already guessed what happens next; I get up from the bed and walk up behind Sofia.
“Is there a reason you’re staring atmygirlfriend like you’re starving, dude?” I ask, and because I am a petty and fucked-up man, I have the audacity to bring one of my arms around Sofia and lay it right over her boobs, to cover her up even more. As soon as my palm brushes her skin, I regret doing so immediately.
My dick hardens again, torturing me with a boner that most likely won’t go away unless being taken care of. Just great. When I thought I hated the one before, it’s nothing compared to this one.
“Why, got a problem with that?”
“I do, actually.” I bring my other arm up to Sofia’s chest, now covering her up with both of my arms while also pressing her closer to me. At this point, she might very well be able to feel my dick poking her, but I’m too focused on gatekeeping what’s mine to care. “Your girlfriend not giving you enough to look at?”
He dodges my question. “I need to talk to Sofia.”
“Hm, come back in an hour,” I say unapologetically. “Or better yet, leave and never come back. Whatever you need to say to her, I just bet it’s something stupid. So, spare yourself the embarrassment and leave.”
Leon tries to find his brain in the back of his head and huffs in annoyance. Then he looks at Sofia, ignoring my presence. Not for long though, I’ll make sure of it. “Sofia, I want you back.”
She snorts, as so do I. “I decline, disrespectfully.”
