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I fluttered my eyes open to see I was engulfed into someone's hold, one arm holding me tightly and preventing any form of escape.

"Oh good morning Jesus." I mumbled and said a short prayer, still wrapped in Diego's embrace. Just as I ended it and was about to pull out of his hold, I felt him pull me into him and peck my forehead.

"Good morning sunshine." I smiled at him. Or rather, at his tee-shirt covered chest.

"G'mornin." The baritone voice stated in response, making me clench my thighs together as a sizzling and delicious current flowed through my veins. I loved his morning voice, it was so yummy. Deep. Delicious. "Slept well?" He asked.

"Hmm. You know how comfy your arms are." I crooned childishly.

"Stop teasing me. My morning glory will poke you." He stated gruffly and tried to turn away from me but I grabbed his hand and moved closer into him so he'd wrap his arms around me once more.

"Okay I'll stop, you cuddly baby."

Diego was a big cuddle buddy and I was saving this moment for the day I was going to tease him about it in the nearest future.

"Hey, so Paul is coming over to see me but Kara won't be around because Stephano wants to take her out and...would you like to come as well?"

"Good. I'll eventually get to meet your 'Paul'. I'm sure we'll have a good sleepover."

"Do you know what that means?" I raised my chin up and batted my eyelashes at him shyly.

"No." He pecked my forehead "I don't know what it means. Tell me."

"It means-" I slapped his arm and huffed, gasping for breath and faking a choke. "Get off me, you have morning breath."

His soft laughter filled the air. "That's because I ate some junks while working at midnight. I don't usually have morning breath."

"Bu-"

He poked my arm and smirked. "You on the other hand, you always have morning breath and you keep breathing in my face in the middle of the night, with drool running down your cheek. It's a wonder that I'm still alive." He chuckled.

My cheeks colored in embarrassment at his words as I wished the ground would split into two and swallow me. "Th-that's not true." I sputtered with wide eyes.

I never drooled on my own pillow and Kara had never complained of me having morning breath. I glared at Diego.

"Rake that back Diego. Take it back." I ordered in mortification.

"Come on, it's normal. Nothing for you to be shy about." He teased.

"Shut up!" I threw a pillow at him and huffed, folding my arms across my chest and turning my back to him so as to hide my embarrassment. He laughed and I felt the bed dip behind me.

"The view is nice from here." He said above my head and I looked up to see him looking down at my cleavage, which I'd very much pushed up when I folded my arms across my chest.

"You son of a-" Diego didn't allow me finish my words. He lifted me by the waist and flipped me over so my head was resting on his waist as he carried me out of his room and to the bathroom by the small hallway.

"Put me down, you doofus." I screamed.

"Nope can do babe." His panty dropping voice stated.

I chuckled, then pinched his bum, smiling at myself as I felt the blood slowly rush to my head. Thank goodness I was still on my hair bonnet. 

Just as he got out of the room, he gave me two spanks on the butt. Not painful but also enough to get the message across for me to stop pinching his butt.

I gasped at his audacity as he dropped me and steadied me properly on my feet with one hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist.

"Spanking a lady is so disrespectful. Apologize." I glared at him, tapping one foot.

"Spanking a grown man is disrespectful. Apologize too." He rolled his eyes.

"No way in hell!" I smacked him on the chest and looked at him smugly, knowing there was no way he would reciprocate.

He glared at me, realizing he couldn't reciprocate. "Fine you win. Now brush, and let's go get coffee or something."

"Okay. Let's bathe as well before leaving. Stephano will still be at our place so I should stay here some more to give them their privacy."

I picked the brush and spread paste over it, humming as I started brushing my teeth and making faces at the mirror.

"Why don't we have our own privacy then?" He asked behind me and I stared at him through the mirror to see him looking at me with a smirk. I rinsed my mouth and face, keeping my brush back in place.

I turned around and slowly wrapped my arms around him, placing my nose in his chest since I couldn't reach the crook of his neck.

"Ad-Adrian? What are you doing?" He groaned when I pecked his chest and took his nipple between my teeth from his tee.

"Didn't you want to have our own," I looked up at him and licked my lips, "privacy?"

"Really?" His eyes sparkled with delight like that of a boy who just got his favorite toy for Christmas presents. "Of course." He stated in a very low tone.

"Never." I whispered and went on my tippy toes to pecked him on the left cheek, patting his right cheek twice. He groaned as I left the bathroom. "You better be fast there, lover boy!"

"I thought I was going a good job there, Adrian!" He called after me but I paid him no mind and just changed into a towel and sorted out a yoga pant and sweatshirt he gave me two weeks ago, laying them on the bed and waiting for him to step out so I could go in.

The words, 'She's my babe. Don't touch!' was scribbled on the breast part of the sweatshirt in italics and I rolled my eyes as I reread it again. But the shirt was really comfy and I loved it so I would keep wearing it at every chance I get.

"I'm done Adrian. Come over."

"Get out and I'll go in." I rolled my eyes at Diego's commanding tone.

It sounded like we were doing something really dirty. 'Go in. Come in. Come out.' I scoffed but waited for him to leave the bath.

He didn't come out. And I waited for a bit more but he still didn't leave. I went over and knocked on the door.

"Diego?"

"Yeah b? I'm coming out now...but you can come in though." His voice was very low.

I felt tingles dance in my stomach and stomped it down, reminding myself that this was Diego and I couldn't screw things up between us by trying to seduce him.

He was attracted to me, as I was to him as well but also, he was Diego. And I couldn't turn him into another Lucas in my life.

I would admit that I was indeed scared because, I didn't like him in a way that I would just have sex with him and we still wouldn't put a name to whatever was between us.

Yes I kind of liked him too much to just have sex because 'just sex' with Lucas hadn't gone well since we didn't label it and at the end, there was no proof for what was between us except the sex. I already understood how Diego looked at me, like he wanted to bend me over and do things to me.

Things I would love.

And then he also looked at me like he wanted to keep me. Brand me as his. The couple goals kind of stuff.

Even the first time we met again at the coffee shop after we had a one night stand years ago, Diego's reaction when he saw me had instantly made me know he liked me. But because I had a boyfriend then, he immediately took a step back.

A low sound he made startled me back to the present.

"Wait, don't tell me you're wanking in there." I stated in a threatening tone.

His soft laughter filled the air and I smiled dumbly. "No I'm not. I'm having runny stomach and kind of puking bu-" He groaned and I heard him retch in a low, guttural tone, cutting him off from what he was saying.

Gasping, I rushed in and saw him hunched over the sink and with one hand on the wall while the other was on his waist. But my graciousness, did he look handsome in that pose. His blonde hair tousled and falling over his face was something I could stare at all year round.

He looked like he was a movie star and not a normal man puking his guts out.

My heart rate instantly spiked up as I shut those thoughts out. 

"What's this? Did you eat something too sweet or rotten yesterday? Maybe It's a stomach bug? Or did you drink something that has expired? What could have-"

He cut me off with a hand on my shoulder. My breath was shaky and I realized I had broken in a small, nervous sweat.

"Adrian, calm down. I'm not dying, it's just stomach ache. We'll go to the hospital." He rolled his eyes.

I almost cried out. "Don't joke with death you monkey!" I smacked his arm and felt guilty when he groaned lowly. I was attacking a sick man. "I'll help you get dressed so we can leave for the hospital. Let's go."

He leaned on me even though he wasa little over a head taller. Resting his arm on my shoulder, I helped him out and helped him to sit on the edge of the bed. I went to his wardrobe and picked out a black ripped jean, boxer shorts and blue tee-shirt.

"Get dressed. Do you- do you need any help?" I asked uncertainly. I didn't want to leave him alone, the thought scared me.

But also I needed to bathe since I was in just towel.

"If I need help with my jean pants, I'll let you know. And...thanks. I really appreciate it." I gave him a small smile and took my clothes, deciding to change in the bathroom since it might take a while for him to get dressed.

I bathed and changed in the bathroom, opening the door to let out a little steam.

Diego was just fixing his belt when I went in. I quickly went to help him but he frowned.

"Adrian, it's fine. I'm fine."

"I insist." I huffed and did it myself. I told him to sit and combed his hair in the way he liked it, which was combing all from the middle backward and combing the front part forward.

It was sexy, I had to admit that.

He'd applied cream on himself, so I creamed my arms, neck and stomach. I loved creaming my stomach. I released my hair from the bun and spread my bonnet on his spreader by the small balcony.

"Are you set?" I asked him while combing my hair and helped him reach for his wallet.

"Yes." His grey eyes trailed over me slowly, from my legs to my head and down once again. "You look beautiful Adrian. I'm glad to have someone as supportive and caring as you as a friend. Come here."

He motioned with his right hand and I walked towards him after putting on my gladiator sandals.

He pecked my forehead and heaved a sigh. "Hmm. Perfect. Just perfect."

I smiled up at him with twinkling eyes. "Thanks. Let's get out of here, hospitals aren't my favorite place to be in."

"Of course."

And we left the apartment immediately I locked up with my own key.

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They're now best friends. Is that what they really want? Slow steps :-)