Behind Closed Doors

Us

(Isabella P.O.V)

    I wake up happy. I'm unsure if it's because of my conversation with Francesco last night on the balcony, or if it has something to do with the way my ongoing experience with this group of people has made me feel. For the first time in a long time I feel comfortable letting loose with the people around me.  As I sit up in my bed I turn over to see that Madi and the rest of the girls are asleep. I stretch my arms and legs, throw my head back onto the pillow again for about a minute, and then head to the bathroom to wash my face, and brush my teeth and hair. I stare into the mirror and take notice of the dark circles left under my eyes; proof of the long hours spent making s'mores and telling stories in the living room last night. 

     I left the bathroom and returned back to the guest bedroom. I quietly sifted through my overnight bag, looking for an outfit for the day, I finally settled on a pair of blue skinny jeans and a tight, black, low cut, v-neck tee.

     "You're awake already," Atiana giggled as she lifted her head from her pillow, "Madi warned us that we most likely wouldn't be able to get you up before 2:00," Atiana finished with a smile. I returned the gesture and then turned my head to see that the time on the alarm clock was 9:26am, even I'm shocked that I'm up this early.

     "Yeah well Madi wasn't lying, it usually takes three bags of chips and a whole container of cake icing to get me out of bed...and that's at 1:00 in the afternoon," I said with a wink and walked out of the room. 

     I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen to thankfully find no one else awake. Perfect, I was hoping I'd get the kitchen to myself, I wanted to make everyone breakfast, or at least Chris to thank him for letting me stay. After scouring two fridges overflowing with various foods, and an entire cabinet set aside for variations of booze, I finally settled on making pancakes, eggs, and bacon...oh and coffee, can't forget coffee, without coffee has the day really started? 

     Before I grabbed the ingredients needed to make my gourmet breakfast I noticed a speaker in the corner of the room and hooked my phone up, playing my music loud enough for only me to hear... well for only me to hear and dance to. It's hard to resist a little bit of hip swiveling when I break out  the Spanish pop... God I love Pitbull. I found myself getting lost in the music as I began to whisk 10 eggs together in a bowl.

     "Damn baby, you sure know how to move," I spun around quickly, face reddening; of course, Francesco.

     "How long have you been standing there," I questioned crossing my arms and momentarily forgetting about the breakfast.

     "Long enough," he said, scanning my body up and down with a wry smile.

     I rolled my eyes, my face burning with embarrassment and turned back to the food, taking out the bacon and pouring pancake batter onto a pan, when suddenly I could feel what I knew to be his hard muscular chest pressing against my back. Before I could react I felt his arms moving around mine and grabbing my hand, which was gripping the spatula. I knew what I was supposed to want was for him to let go...but is that what I really want?

     "What exactly do you think your doing," I asked this while desperately trying to hide my smile in fear that he would see and realize that I was somewhat enjoying this. It's strange to feel this way, considering the last person that I allowed to touch me this way ended up making me regret ever knowing him.

     "I'm just having a little fun. Y'know cooking some breakfast," he said and I swear I could feel him push his crotch in a little bit closer, which evidently made me chuckle despite myself.

     "Why don't you save your games for someone who actually wants to play," I said trying to get him off of me while also successfully flipping pancakes.