25:have me

                                    

                                          
𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓
We were now back in Venice, in Christians villa. 
The car ride had been quiet. The sexual tension was undeniable and he knew it too. I had a nap as-well to pass the time as didn't sleep great last night. But he was constantly on my mind, it was infuriating. 
I didn't understand why I wanted him so much, maybe seeing how he reacted the other night made my feeling intensified for him. Seeing how he was around my mum, seeing how gentle he was. 
I was now laid on my bed, I had been for hours. 
We got back at about 9pm and once we got back I said to Christian I was going to get an early night, trying to avoid him and get my mind off him. So I decided to call Jay. But no I didn't tell him much, just told him I was with a man but I think he already knew it was Christian. 
We agreed when I got back we would have a girls night and I was really looking forward to spending time with him and being able to vomit all my emotions onto him. 
When I got into my room, I was too lazy to unpack, plus we were probably leaving soon anyway so it wasn't worth the hassle. 
Before I went to bed I had gotten into some black silk pyjamas which had a little black lace. It was a shorts and small string top set, it was pretty comfortable. Yeah that's why I wore it. 
I was now laid on my bed, facing the ceiling. Every five minutes I was checking the time and I swear time was going by abnormally slow. Well it felt like that anyway.
It was now 11:32 and my patience or trying to go to sleep was running out and I was getting thirsty. For once nothing problematic was on my mind, just a certain person. I kept smiling and getting all these weird and unwanted emotions while thinking about him, his hair, his smile, his laugh. 
When I first met him I thought he was a egotistical asshole and sometimes I still think he's that but I also know the other side of him. And it was driving me fucking crazy about how much I wanted him, all sides of him. 
I let out a small defeated huff and sat up. I got off my bed and headed for my bedroom door, going to the kitchen to get a glass of water. 
I made my way out the bedroom and down the stairs until I was outside the kitchen. 
I walked into the dark kitchen, my eyes slightly tired but my body too awake. My footsteps were quiet and there was no sound around me. That was until I heard a small clank of a glass being put down. 
I paused and put my hand on the wall, fishing for the light switch. I found a small switch and pressed it, making some dim lights come on. 
I saw Christian leant against the counter, a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hand. He was in just his suit pants. His eyes trailed down my body and he muttered a curse word in Italian under his breath. 
I gave him a small smile and wondered over to the fridge. I took a glass out the cupboard and filled it up with water from the black fridge. 
"Couldn't sleep?" I asked as I watched the cold water fill my glass. 
"Mhm, what's your excuse" he said before taking a swig of his drink. I pulled my glass away away once it was almost full and leant on the fridge, facing him. 
"Couldn't sleep" I said. He nodded and looked down to his drink swirling it around but I could help and notice his eyes on me. A small smirk took place on his face and looked back up to me.
He put his glass down on the counter and his eyes met mine. He maintained eye contact with me as he gradually walked over to me, looking at me as if he wanted to rip my clothes off.