It was only 5 p.m. and I was still lying on the cold parquet floor in my apartment. I feel lonely, empty and exhausted. Why did I have to push Thiago off me too? He hadn't done anything wrong. I already missed him.
I got up tired and looked at my phone. No message. Andy himself had blocked me. I dragged myself into the bathroom and stood in the shower. When the warm jet of water touched my body, I had to think of last night. To Thiago. As he stood in the shower with me. I hugged myself
After the shower I lay down on my bed. I just lay there. Totally lost track of time until I finally fell asleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night. I had nightmares. Matt's face kept popping up in my mind. How he touches me How blood was all over it. His lifeless body. I couldn't sleep a wink that night.
The next day, it was Sunday, I looked at my smartphone again. I called Andy. But he didn't answer. I sighed loudly. I wanted Thiago to be with me. wraps me in his strong arms. But I had no idea how he approached me after lunchtime yesterday. Nevertheless, I typed a message to him:
Alea: can you come please? I need you.
I wrote no more. Less than 10 seconds passed before I got two blue ticks. He read it. However, he didn't respond and went offline again. Super Alea. Someone mad at you again. A lump formed in my throat and water rose to my eyes. I was surprised that I still had tears in me at all.
The day seemed eternal. I didn't want to go out among people. I wanted to stay in my apartment and hide. I couldn't stand Netflix anymore.
The sun was slowly setting as I looked out the window at the sky. I had no idea how I was going to make it tomorrow. To go to the office and work. Suddenly I was snapped out of my thoughts with a knock.
Why is someone knocking on my door? I have a doorman who informs me when I have visitors. I walked slowly to my apartment door and looked through the spy hole. It was him... Thiago...
A smile formed on my lips and I immediately opened my door.
"Your porter sucks, too, as soon as he let me up here," he said in greeting, leaning against my door frame.
I smiled at him, "Thank you," I just whispered.
"Just because I came doesn't mean I'm not angry anymore, little one. You have something to make up for," he winked at me and walked past me into my apartment.
"By the way, brought tacos. I bet you haven't eaten anything yet?" He continued and pointed to a bag.
I shook my head gratefully and with a mild smile before I got two plates from the kitchen and put us down.
We quietly ate the tacos we had brought with us. They were really delicious. The best I've ever had.
"They're good, aren't they?" Thiago wanted to know about me. I just nodded my mouth full and enjoyed the food in front of me. He amused himself about it.
I took our plates and felt them in the sink. Thiago watched me doing it. When I was done I faced him.
"So?" he started the conversation expectantly. "So what?" I returned "You are sorry ?" he countered again. I walked over to him and put my hands on his chest. His gaze was intense and he followed my every step.
I gently kissed his prominent jaw up to his ear. Then I whispered "I'm sorry". Thiago immediately grabbed my hips, hugged me and lifted me onto the kitchen table. My legs encircled his hips.
His mouth was only a few inches from mine. "Apologies accepted," he whispered before placing his lips on mine. The kiss was bold and passionate. Immediately I opened my mouth and thiago went in with his tongue. He circled mine and pressed me closer to him. It was like he'd been longing for me for weeks and he could finally be that close to me again.
My hands continued to rest on his chiseled, hard chest as he let go of my mouth and trailed his tongue down my throat. He suckled and kissed it and a small moan escaped my lips.
That's it. He is it. I don't want any other man between my legs. No other man should come that close to me but him. His scent that I need to breathe, his kisses, his warmth that envelops me, it's him. And I realized in that moment that I was hopelessly in love. Me Thiago fucking Silva personally. And I knew that eventually it would be my downfall.
Thiago let me go and looked me in the eye "everything okay?" he asked me pulled together brown. I nodded. "I was just thinking," I explained. Thiago understood. He thought it was because of what had happened over the past few days. "Let's go to bed and watch a movie," he suggested. I was glad of his previous suggestion and we snuggled into bed.
I laid my head on his chest and he wrapped his arm around me. He stroked it gently and I kissed the spot where my head was resting over and over again.
"Thiago, could you please stay here with me tonight and not go?" I asked him in a moment of silence.
"Okay little one" he replied shortly and succinctly and gave me a kiss on the head. I smiled at the gesture.
And so I closed my eyes and was finally able to sleep again. Safe and secure in his arms. Without nightmares and fear.