𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞|𝟏𝟖+

Five|| couldn't sleep

Tossing and turning all night long, I just couldn't sleep nor get comfortable. I was staring to get pissed that I couldn't sleep. I mean I loved my sleep, more then anything. To have it taken away from me didn't feel good or nice.

I groaned loudly, why the fuck can't I sleep? Maybe it's because I'm in an unfamiliar house. With a criminal. Well I'm a criminal too but that's not the point. I sat up, maybe I needed some water?

I slowly got out of bed hearing the floor creak and I cringed. The floor was cold.  I Shivered slightly at the unexpected coldness of the room. I walked to the door and opened it making sure to stay quiet for the other people whom were sleeping. Not wanting to wake alone up I slowly walked down the stairs and hallways. I finally reached the kitchen, I had remembered where this room was so it was easier then before. I opened the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. I practically chugged it;

Shortly after I noticed the light coming from underneath the door. Who was still awake at this time? I walked up to the door and heard grunting. Is some having sex?

It wasn't that type of grunting it was like fighting? I opened the door slowly. Revealing a huge gym. There was punching bags and benches on one wall. The only was a target practice on the far side and knife throwing. This place was like super high tech. Even know there's no technology. I'm the centre stood miles. He was shirtless... wait a fucking second.

Miles Evanston is fucking shirtless! Wow, and boy was it a sight. He hadn't yet noticed me he was to busy with punching the punching bag. He swung hard at the bag. Not once mess up his foot work. His stance was perfect. He turned around and grabbed his water bottle from one of the benches. He looked up as he was drinking and noticed me. Oh shit.

"Simon, what are you doing awake" he asked setting his water bottle down. And pulling out his mouth Guard. "Couldn't sleep I guess" I paused and walked towards him. "What are you doing awake" I asked.

He stay silent not once losing eye contact. "Blowing off some steam" he answered and turned around. "Oh" is all I managed to say. I was distracted by...other things.

Such as the fine shirtless man in front of me...

"You should go back to sleep" he said before getting ready for target practice. "Why don't you want me to be around you?" I asked knowingly. I knew the answer was no he didn't want me around. He's made it more then clear;

He didn't respond He just loaded his gun. Dickhead. I wonder what his dic- never mind. "Can I join you?" I asked. I hadn't practiced in a while. I didn't really like to practice since Sergio was the teacher but maybe that could change. He turned around to finally face me once again. He looked a bit shocked. "You want to practice?" He asked questionably. I nodded, I didn't really understand his confusion.

Was it wrong for me to want to train? Normally an assassin trained everyday but for me I didn't really see the need to train that much. "Sergio told me you never liked to train, what changed your mind now?" He asked walking over to me. I shrugged "I thought I could use the practice" I replied. He scoffed "that's an understatement" he mumbled but I still caught it. "What's that supposed to mean" I asked crossing my arms over my chest. "Nothing, go to bed" he said turning on his heel and waking to where he previously was, by the guns.

I rolled my eyes not wanting to fight anymore. I turned away and walked back to my room. As I walked over to my bed I remembered something.

"Or I'll punish you and not in the way your thinking, something more intimate"

I smirked having a wonderful Idea. I was going to test that theory.

I pulled the cover over my head, feeling the softness of the blanket. I snuggled my head into the soft silk pillows. And eventually drifted off into the darkness.