▹ LOOK AT THIS FINE ASS PICTURE OF PETE 🔥 Oh, and... There's Tyler, too 😂  PETE, THO 😍 Also, please read this chapter with caution 🙃

FINALLY, I was lying down after myself and Candice organized the whole apartment by ourselves. She left over an hour ago, but I'm just now lying down after making some last-minute additions. Bianca still isn't home and it's close to ten o'clock at night. She had sent a quick text about five minutes ago that Ricochet invited her over to his place — if you can believe that. I can't and, when I told Candice, she couldn't, either.

I take a deep breath and slide my phone to the side, propping my feet on the coffee table. I only had my eyes closed for two seconds — literally — when I suddenly heard two soft knocks at the door. What. The. Hell.

Growling under my breath, I made it to my feet and dusted my jeans off. I'm thinking it's Bianca, forgetting her key and getting some clothes. I make my way over to the door and I answer it, obviously very groggy and tired. Yet, it isn't Bianca, but it is Pete, though. He is just now coming over after having a long day at the gym with training and practice with Tyler, apparently.

He revealed the bag of food, from a local Chinese place here in town. "Hope you were hungry," he said before letting himself in and, when he was inside, I silently shut the door behind him and lock it back.

He doesn't stop in the small kitchen to put the food, but goes all the way to the couch and coffee table where I was just stationed at. I made my way around him and sat to his left while he got everything out. He grabbed one of the large styrofoam cups and handed it to me, and said: "There's you a Sprite. Is that okay?"

"Perfect. Thank you," I replied back and found a straw to slide into it. I took a few sips while he laid out everything in front of us.

He had everything. Most of it was for him, most likely, since I didn't like everything that he advertised. He loved the noodles, but I didn't. He loved every piece of chicken they would give him, but I didn't.

He stood up and walked into the kitchen, suddenly confused. "Where's the plates?"

"Right there in front of you," I called back, pointing to the top cabinet. He nodded and opened it, revealing the neatly stacked plates. Before he would ask, I went ahead and told him where he could find the forks and spoons, and anything else that he might need, too.

He quickly returned and sat a plate out in front of us both, along with a spoon and fork as well. Alas, he took a deep breath, slightly clapped his hands together, and announced: "Dig in!"

Just as he was about to dig into the food, I quickly placed my head on his shoulder and looped my arm with his, allowing my other hand to rub that same arm. "This is perfect. Thank you, babe," I thanked him and quickly pecked his lips. "I love you."

"I love you more," he said back and looked to the food. "No offense, but I'm starving, so..."

"Go ahead," I sighed and motioned towards the food, allowing him to eat away. I took back my arms and allowed him his time to eat.

For our late dinner, Pete ate everything that I didn't and, yet, I didn't want anything that much. I just wanted some rice, sweet and sour chicken, and broccoli with chicken bites. Obviously, I needed that sweet and sour sauce, too. For whatever reason, I didn't want that much.

"What's wrong?" Pete asked through a half-full mouth, eyebrows together in question. "You not gonna eat?"

"I need to shower," I simply said back, placing a napkin over my plate of food. "I'll be right back."

He slowly nodded while I jumped up and ran off to the bathroom, wanting to soak in the warm water. After this long ass day that I've had, I didn't feel like eating — just bathing until I can't feel anything anymore.

Inside my new bathroom, which is connected to my bedroom, I turn the shower on and stand back to let the heat warm up for a moment. I turn back around and am faced with the large mirror. I start to strip off my clothing pieces one by one, all while examining myself in the mirror.

Apart from being naturally tan, I still looked pale in comparison and the bags were under my eyes in full-effect. My arms needed some work before I debut next week and so did my stomach, too. Everything practically needed work, let's be honest.

I stepped inside the shower and was immediately hit by the warm water, getting right under the shower-head and closed my eyes, allowing myself to get numb by the incoming water.

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IT only took me about fifteen minutes to take my shower, get dressed in my sleepwear, and return back to Pete on the couch. Upon returning, he mentioned that I looked "sexy" in my sleepwear and, so, I thanked him for that.

I decided to put away my food to eat tomorrow and I continued to clean up his mess that he left after he devoured his own food. I cleaned the coffee table and the kitchen before I decided to return back to him on the couch again.

He is laid back on the couch, so I sit next to him and place my head on his shoulder once again. He stretched out his left hand and placed it on my leg, so I laid mine over his and can feel his warmth under mine.

"Staying over tonight?" I decided to ask him to clear up the silence between us.

He peered over to me and smirked. "Is that a question or statement?"

"Question," I decided to be honest. "So, are you?"

"Of course," he replied and threw his arm over me, the same one that was just in my leg. "I haven't seen you in so long, almost forgotten what you looked like."

"Oh, you're so funny," I sarcastically said and laid my head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. "You never look at the lock and home screen? Aren't I on both?"

"You are," he chuckled and gripped me closer to him. "Looking as beautiful as you are right now and every single time that I ever see you."

I snorted, thinking that what he had just said was hilarious since I looked like trash compared to the pictures that he had of me on his phone. Hearing Pete speak like this, it only makes me realize even more that he's actually changed a lot since he proposed to me and asked me to be his wife one day.

He has been very sweet since then and, after all these years of us dating, I still never knew what our future held. With Pete, it felt like I was living in the moment and never knowing what tomorrow held. Within the first week of knowing him, I slept with him, so I didn't know what he wanted other than having someone to sleep with. He's grown-up a lot since then.

"I'm not as pretty as you think I am," I whispered in his ear all while making eye contact with him.

"Oh, yes. You. Are," he said one by one, slowly and thoughtfully. That's when he had his right hand on my cheek before sliding it back to my neck and pressed his lips to mine.

At first, it was all soft and sweet, even innocent. Then, he led me down to where I was now lying down on the bed with him hovered over me. He kept kissing me, knowing just how I liked it, before his hand found its way up my shift and touching just my right breast for now that didn't have no bra covering it. His other hand was busy holding him up, so that he wouldn't fall down on top of me.

His tongue was twisted with me while he forced it inside of my mouth. Somehow, I didn't even notice that he had my shirt halfway up to my neck, trying his best to get it off with one hand. We stopped kissing for a moment, so that I could remove my top for him. However, as I had stopped with him and taken my top off, he had his lips on the side of my neck.

Throwing my top somewhere in the room, I went back to lying down on the couch with him on top of me. With him kissing the side of my neck and trailing the kisses down to the middle of my breasts, he was gripping one of them while making love to me. I kept my eyes closed and teeth biting into my bottom lip, tossing my head back due to the sudden sensation of his lips all over me.

He got down to my belly button and didn't let my pants stop him. He carefully used both hands to grab both my pants and panties off, tossing them off somewhere.

As he came up to kiss my lips once more, I asked him: "Should we really do it here? I mean, what if B comes in?"

He dryly chucked, shook his head, and tauntingly said: "Let her." For whatever reason, I tossed my head and laughed at his remark.

• Short & sweet 🤷🏻‍♀️ Sorry, guys, but I was gonna do more — like — in DETAIL, but I decided against it at the last min 🤦🏻‍♀️ Anyways, hope that you all enjoyed! If you thought that this chap was lit, just wait until the next one... More Tommaso 😉 All the love .xx •