The Billionaire's Maid man×boy (reposted)

Chapter 22

Lucas

Although my mind is far away in dreamland I can still feel the sunlight shining through the curtains. The sheets hugging my body feel so soft and the fur of something is tickling my chin -that's when I realize where I am and what happened last night.

The events of yesternight are flowing through my brain like flashes but I can't focus on anything else but one thing; Mr. Anthony kissed me, we kissed. I bring my hand up to touch my lips and then I stand up on my butt, sheets lumping at my waist. My first instinct is to look on the other side of the bed but when I find it empty and untouched I start to panic.

'What if he is with Beatrice?' I suspect but all my worries are gone when I hear a familiar groan coming from the couch. My eyes land on a body standing up to sit, his hair in a big mess and his hands rubbing his eyes. After he lets out a big yawn he looks in my direction and a smile appears on his face as he notices that I'm awake.

We look at each other and I can't help but look down at his exposed chest and lower body until my eyes land on the waistband of his boxers. A blush covers my face and I advert my eyes and look at the window on my right, admiring the sun rays and the sound of birds chirping.

"What? You're blushing now?" He mocks and his words don't help my red face, instead, they deepen the shade of red.

I hear him standing up but refuse to look since his barely clothed body is now fully exposed.

He sits down on the edge of the bed while I'm sitting curled up in the blankets.

I finally decide to glance at him. He's staring at me with a gentle look, a smile barely grazing his lips.

I know that my hair is probably the biggest mess in the world and that my skin is dry as hell right now but that's the last thing I care about as Anthony opens his mouth and words fly out in a raspy morning voice.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks, the distance between us shrinking.

I nod and refuse to speak, afraid of how my morning voice sounds. His is much deeper and rougher than usual but what if mine is high and uneven?
"The couch wasn't very comfortable." He continues and his surprisingly warm hand lands on my cheeks.

"Thank why didn't you sleep next to me?" I decide to open my mouth, not caring about how I sound.

"I didn't want to invade your personal space." He explains and I raise a brow, smirking because his words contradict how close he's getting to me right now -our noses almost touching.

"And now you're not?" I playfully smile but my words are interrupted by his lips. Once again, his hands are in my hair, his lips softly dancing with mine. I stretch forward until I'm in a weird leg position.

When he pulls away for air I consciously look down. "Do I have morning breath?" I ask with a grimace and gesture to my mouth. Anthony chuckles and takes my hand away from my face.

"Jesus Christ, Lucas, when you lo- care about someone you don't give a shit about those things." He assures me with a smile and after I hear his words I launch myself at him, capturing his lips in a kiss which this time is more heated then the other two. His hands are gripping my waist while I tilt my head to deepen the kiss.

I quickly put my hands on both sides of his head and enjoy the warm feeling of his tongue on mine.

After I feel like it's enough I pull away and look at him with a flushed face and extremely wet lips.

"I should take a shower, I can smell the alcohol," I state and remove the sheets from my legs. My whole body heats up when Anthony's almost naked body comes closer to me to help me stand up on my feet.