𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳. Even being born right next to the cruel and sick crime life never changed the charismatic and positive Mia who wanted to help change the messy world she formed part off.
Becoming a nurse at the age of 25 and joining her d...
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When I wake up I'm still between his strong arms and as I take in the first rays of sunlight coming through the blinds it takes me a while to wrap my head around what happened last night, to understand that it wasn't a dream. We actually slept together... we slept together.
And it shouldn't have happened, we shouldn't have but I- I don't regret it. Not in the slightest, if I could go back in time I wouldn't change a thing. I hadn't felt as happy, as satisfied since...well since never. I hadn't had a night as good as that one before.
The way he looked at me and the words he said, I felt wanted and appreciated. And he looked happy too, at ease. I made him feel that way. For once he took what he wanted, allowed himself to have something, to be vulnerable without feeling guilty about it. I wish he would always feel that way.
"That was the best night of my life," I whisper looking up at him while my head is still over his chest.
He is deep asleep and I can't imagine how tired he must be. When he came back the second time it had to be around five am. Where was he? I wish I knew. I wanted to ask when I saw the state he was in but then he kissed me and every word inside my head just vanished. I could only think about how good he felt.
I should get ready for the day, make breakfast or something but I don't want to leave him because if I do if I leave this bed I don't know if I will ever be here again. If this between us will happen more than once. I don't want to face that reality, I want to stay in here forever so ignoring every rational thought I go back to sleep, hugging him tightly.
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The sound of the doorbell is what wakes me up again, confused about who is here on a Sunday morning. But then I remember... Sunday morning. Hunter. Carlos had asked me to move the Friday session to Sunday because he had stuff to do, how did I forget?
"Carlos, hey wake up," I say getting away from his embrace and standing up but he doesn't budge.
Frantically looking around the room I try to find where my clothes ended up and after a few pointless seconds of searching I put the bed comforter up and finally find my shorts and Carlos', no panties but I don't have much time so I put them on as the doorbell rings again this time accompanied by soft knocks.
"Carlos, come on." I shake his body and he finally reacts opening his stunning blue eyes, I could get lost in them.
"Hey, how did you sleep?" He stretches himself over the bed, still fully naked, every single muscle of his perfectly delineated. And when I take him all in I can't help but notice he is hard. If Hunter weren't here this would go in a very direction.
"Good but you need to get dressed." I throw him his pants directly at his dick. "Hunter is here."
"What the fuck is he doing here?" He rests himself against the headboard confused and slightly upset.
