Page 21 of Red Queen
I chuckled, and repeat his movements. I start to run my hand up and down his arm, and give a quick kiss to his palm. “Got it.”
“Good. So, what do you want for breakfast?” He jumps up on his feet, then pulls me up with him.
“What are the options?”
He walks over to the fridge, opens it, and then takes a big sigh. “Sausage. And salami. Mayonnaise and ketchup.” He looks at me, and I’m waiting for him to continue, but he doesn’t. Guess Nathan hasn’t been home for a couple weeks.
“Wow. Alright, I’ll take all of that.” I shrug and he gets to work.
“You’re not gonna leave me anything?” He comes closer and closer and closer, until he’s standing between my legs. His hands are on either side of me, his eyes burning into mine.
My cheeks start to burn, but I’m not giving in. The corners of his mouth are slowly turning upwards more and more, and it takes every ounce of me not to wipe that smirk off his face.He starts to raise his hand, inching closer to my face, while I’m contemplating whether I should scream at him to kiss me already or do it myself.
His hand goes past my neck, my face, my whole head, which leaves me confused. Then, I hear the creak of the cabinet behind me. He takes two cups out of the cupboard, and sashays away proudly.
That little—he tricked me. He’s good at teasing, goddamnit. I need to level up my game.
“Am I getting the premium Acosta treatment?” I smirk as I come back to my senses and look him up and down. What a sight for sore eyes. Messy, slightly wet hair, sexy body only wrapped in a towel, and is cooking. Seems like I reached Heaven.
“Damn right you are.” I’m about to ask if he knows anything about Nathan, but I hear my phone ring. I hop off the counter and head toward the bedroom. Speaking of the devil.
Nathan
I am alive and unwell
Rosa
Same
Where are you?
Friend’s house
You two hooked up?
Please, tell me my kitchen counter is safe
Everything’s safe, we didn’t do anything
I give you a comfortable free space, and you don’t take advantage of it? I am disappointed, Rosalia.
Not everything’s about sex, Nathan. And you know I was drunk.
Well, okay, kudos to Mateo for taking care of you. I’m glad you’re okay. But one night wouldn’t hurt.
Well, I obviously tried, asshole
I get another message, but I decide not to text back. I barely woke up, and he’s already pestering me to have sex. True friend.
I head back to the kitchen to find the breakfast ready and Mateo patiently waiting for me.
“It was Nathan. He’s alive and at a friend’s house.”
“Does it have to do anything with the recent text he sent me, questioning me why I didn’t have sex with you?” I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’m gonna slaughter this man once I see him again.
“Ignore it. I’m begging you. He’s probably still drunk. Let’s just eat before it gets cold.”
We eat in silence, but it’s a comfortable one. Like a safe bubble is surrounding us. I like this feeling. After we’re done, I help him wash the dishes, then we plop down on the couch.
