My Angel 2

CHAPTER 19

Alya's pov~

My eyes were locked on the bathroom's door. Alessio was in there, taking his
shower.

A few minutes later, I heard the shower turn off. And then there was silence
The silence only made my palms started to sweat, and I rubbed them over my
nightdress. The door opened a few seconds later, and Alessio walked out,
wearing only black sweatpants.

His eyes were instantly on me, and when he noticed me looking. they twinkled almost teasingly. Walking closer, he stopped next to the bed, his big body looming over me.

My gaze followed a path down his chest, his ripped abs and then slightly below, but my head quickly snapped up when I saw the noticeable bulge.

Alessio chuckled while I glared at his chest, refusing to look into his eyes when my cheeks heated in embarrassment.

So how is this going to work?" His voice was low and deep. I gripped the arm comforter to stop my self from reaching out to him.

What i looked up to see him nodding toward the bed.

We are not supposed to touch. How are we going to sleep? he asked, raising an eyebrow in questlon.

Oh. Right.

I glanced at the couch in the corner of the room and smiled. "You can sleep
on the couch."

Alessio glanced at it, then back at me again, his expression filled with surprise. "You are seriously kicking me out of my own bed?"

"You said it's our bed. So l get to decide too, right?" I batted my eyelashes up
at him innocently, trying to put up the most innocent face I could muster.

Alessio simply glared as he walked over to the couch, throwing his towel on the coffee table in agitation. I watched his shoulders tense, and the smile on my
face dropped.

I was being unfair. It didn't matter if we called it our room; this was still his
room. Making him sleep on the couch wasn't reasonable. Or nice, either.

With a sigh, I started to get out or the bed. "I should go to my room, I suggested quietly.

Alessio's eyes widened, and he snapped, "No."

He pointed at the bed, glaring at me in the process. "Get back in there," he ordered. "I'd rather have you in the same room and not touch you than have you
in the other room, so far away from me.

"Alessio I started but never got a chance to explain before he cut me off.

"No. There is not my room or yours. This bed is as much yours as it is mine. It's ours.  This is your room now. Got it he replied, his words punctuated as he wanted me to understand and never doubt what he was saying. "so get that
pretty ass of yours back in bed and go to sleep.

I lost the fight and sat on the edge of the bed, still feeling a little guilty. My eyes were cast down, but heard Alessio's audible sigh, and he quickly approached the bed. He stopped in front of me, and I stared at his feet.

When his hands came to rest on the mattress, on either side of my hips, caging me in, I had no choice but to look up in his eyes. "Stop thinking so hard,
Angel, he soothed quieuy.

Angel. My heart melred at the word, and I smiled. Alessio leaned forward, hisbforehead just mere inches from mine, but we didn't touch. We were so close, yet not touching. All I had to do was lean the slightest bit forward and we would be touching.

But neither of us moved.

"Good night," he whispered.

"Good night," I replied just as softly.