Part five of untitled Ville story. Woot.
Chapitre Cinq
I heard the door of my bedroom close and my eyes opened to slits, trying to see the intruder. I saw no one so snuggled back into the comfort of my bed and the arms that were wrapped around my waist. I closed my eyes again and prepared to drift back to sleep-
Arms? Around my waist?! I thought, eyes shooting open again. My breath came faster and my heart picked up speed as I realized there was someone else in the bed with me. Slowly-braced for a brawl-I rolled over, prepared to hit my bed-mate with my fist if it should come down to physical violence. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Ville’s face less than an inch from mine, his eyes closed and oh-so pleasantly-plump lips slightly parted in a deep sleep.
Oh my God. I mouthed the words silently, afraid to move, afraid to even breathe. I pressed a hand to my mouth and attempted to slip out from under the blankets and out of the bed. Hell, out of the room.
Ville prevented this maneuver by tightening his arms around me and pulling me closer to him, sighing. I arched backwards, trying to keep myself as far away from him as possible. Ville’s body mimicked my move in the same direction, bringing his face close to my chest and neck. I opened my mouth in a taciturn scream and arched back even farther, trying as hard as I could to get away from him.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit. I mouthed, mind racing. Ville’s arms tightened again and I gave a small squeak of protest. His eyes opened at this and he blinked lazily.
“Holly?” He asked in a groggy voice. “What are you doing in my bed?”
“Oh dear…” I said, face scrunching up in horror. “Oh dear, oh dear oh dear oh dear.” I said, giggling hysterically. “Well, you see…actually.” I let loose another giggle. “You’re in my bed.” I said the last sentence in a near-silent whisper and so high-pitched even I could barely hear and understand.
“What?” Ville asked, shaking his head once. He had yet to release me from his python-grip and I was trying my hardest not to breathe too much.
“You’re in my bed,” I whispered, closing my eyes. “I didn’t know you were in here and this afternoon I came home and I was tired so I snuck into the house and into my room and climbed into bed and I didn’t even know you were here!” I let out my breath in a whoosh and closed my eyes for thirty seconds.
“Holly,” he said, finally releasing me from the cage that was his grasp. “It’s okay.”
“Really? Are you sure? Because I could, you know, go jump in a lake or something.” I winced at the stupidity of my statement and closed my eyes. “Bam’s got a pool,” Shut up! I told myself, opening my eyes again.
“I’m really the one who should be apologizing since this is your room and this is your bed and all.” He smiled softly at me and I giggled nervously, shrugging. “So, I’m sorry that I’m in your bed and I had my hands all over you.” He pressed his hand to my cheek and I blinked.
“Uh…” I didn’t know what to say. No one had ever apologized to me for being in my bed and having their hands all over me while they were still in my bed and still had their hands all over me. “Thanks?”
He laughed and shook his head before rolling over and throwing back the blankets. Ville slid out of the bed and bent down to pull his pants on over his boxers. When he was fully dressed in his clothes from the previous night, he turned and looked at me, still staring at him with wide, innocent eyes and still laying half-naked in a bar of late-afternoon sunlight. His smile faltered and I blinked, my face transforming from unsure to confused in a heartbeat. By the time my eyes had opened from the blink, his smile was back and I was left looking like a dork in my bed, secretly wishing I was more experienced in the ways of men and more knowledgeable in their ways of thinking.
“Well, again, I’m sorry for intruding on your space, Holly.” Ville said, still smiling.
“Oh, it’s all right,” I said, blowing out a breath as he brushed a lock of hair behind my ear. “I’m used to having people invade my space…usually they’re not as gorgeous as you are.” Oh Jesus Christ Almighty. “I mean, usually they’re not as gracious as you are.” I corrected quickly, rolling my eyes at my own idiocy.
“Right.” He grabbed his pair of Nikes off my floor and gave me a salute before leaving me staring after him as he left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
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Bam cornered me as I left Holly’s room, eyes narrowed in speculation as he moved towards me like a panther sensing a weakness in its prey.
“What were you doing in there with my sister?” He asked quietly with barely controlled fury.
“Sleeping,” I said truthfully.
“Yeah right!” He scoffed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “You’re the Sex God from Sweden!” He laughed at his own joke and I spared him a tight-lipped smile.
“No, truly, I was only sleeping. Your poor sister didn’t even know I was in her bed until she woke up about ten minutes ago and found me with my arms wrapped about her slender waist.” I nodded and mimicked wrapping my arms around someone.
“Whatever.” Bam said, shaking his head vigorously before turning around and throwing his hands into the air and stalking away. He was obviously disappointed he didn’t get the chance to hit me for molesting his sister or something of the sort. “Watch him,” he said to Missy as he passed her on the stairs. “He’s a sly one.”
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