When people say apartments, they maybe think of run down buildings without any hot water. However, they obviously weren't thinking of LUXURY apartments, which yes, is where Antonio lived.

We took the lift (mainly because Toni lived on floor 24) up to his apartment, and when he was locking up behind us I ran over to the sofa and curled up.

"It's cold in here." I whined.

"Go get a shower and get changed, I'll put the heating on." He said, dumping the contents of his bag on the kitchen counter. I grabbed my overnight bag and wandered inti the bathroom. The thing I loved most about Toni's apartment was the bathroom, mainly for the fact that it had: a) a rainfall shower, b) a really high tech drier that got you dry immediatley and c) heated flooring. I spent what seemed like an hour (and probably was) in the bathroom, and in that time I got myself properly cleaned up. I washed my hair, shaved my legs and pits (not my face. Stupid babyface) and generally felt better after brushing my teeth.

When I was changed, I realized how Tumblr I looked. My shorts disappeared under my baggy sweater, which hung at my thighs. I smiled and walked out of the bathroom to see that Toni was on the couch on his phone. I crept up silently behind him, then through my arms around him from behind.

"Boo!" I shouted, and he jumped tremendously. I laughed, then sat at the other end of the sofa.

"Bed wise," The Spaniard began. "You can either have the spare room... or you can sleep with a sexy Spaniard." He smirked.

My cheeks flushed red, and I kicked his shin. "Spare room." I muttered, too tired to make a comeback.

"Yeah, yeah. It's 9:30 right now, are you sleeping?" He asked.

I thought for a moment. Then nodded. "Yeah, early night to make up for what I've lost."

"Fair enough. I've got some work things to deal with, so I'm gonna stay up for a bit."

"Fair enough." I shrugged, then got up from the sofa. I had stayed here before, so I knew where the room was. I walked over to it, reached the door, then turned back to Toni.

"Goodnight, Antonio." I called back.

"Night, Lovi." He replied with a grin.

I smiled and walked into the spare room, which was in pristine condition. I assumed no one had stayed here for a while. I didn't have to grow accustomed to the room, I had been here before, so I immediatley slid under the sheets. I had left the curtains open in the room to see the night sky, as the wall facing outwards was basically a window.

I lay there for a while, the rolled over and saw an alarm clock reading 00:30. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief, then checked my phone.

00:31.

Sighing, I rolled put of bed and walked back into the living room. It was very big, and very open, with the kitchen at then end, seperated by a breakfast bar. I wandered over to the kitchen and considered making coffee, but decided not to in hopes of actually getting to sleep. Antonio had obviously gone to bed, and I stared over at his bedroom door. Slowly, I made my way over to it and opened it quietly, peering inside. Toni was facing the door, luckily asleep. His bed looked amazingly comfy... It was king sized, with red sheets and pillows, and probably a memory foam matress, and maybe even really fluffy cushions...

Surely he couldn't take up a whole king sized bed with just one person?

I smiled a little and closed the door behind me, creeping silently over to the bed and sliding under the covers. My first assumtion was right, it was comfy. Suddenly, I held my breath as Toni stirred in his sleep, but he didn't wake up. I blushed a little and turned away so I was facing the door. Maybe it would be easier to sleep now...

My whole body tensed up as Antonio stirred again, taking in a deep breath. I felt warmth tickle the back of my neck as he breathed out and smiled. He really was sweet...

I mentally slapped myself to remind myself not to have a wandering eye, but then realized that it didn't matter anymore. I grinned. I was back in the dating pool. I thought about that for a second, then felt a blush creep onto my cheeks... maybe it wouldn't be bad if I cozied up a little, then? I curled up and snuggled closer to the Spaniard, blushing a little, and was about to move back again when a strong arm pulled me closer.

My whole body went hot when Antonio rested his hand on my waist. I felt his brunette locks tickle my neck, and his lips rested on the top of my head. I don't know if he was awake or not, but either way it felt amazing, and it felt even more amazing when I realized that Antonio obviously slept naked. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face, and I had to hold my hand over my mouth to shut myself up. It was almost impossible to not moan when you could feel a rather sexy Spaniard's rather large package pressed up against your ass.

Slowly, Antonio's hand slipped into the waistband of my shorts, resting there, and he began to trace patterns on the top of my v-lines. I bit down hard on my lip to stop myself moaning. The Spaniard's hand began to make it's way further into my shorts, but I grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from my pants. I wrapped his arm around my hips, where it hung loosley, and felt him kiss my neck, just above the slope that lead to my shoulders.

I smiled, then stared vaguely at the darkness in front of me and felt a surge of exauhstion wash over me. My eyelids began to flicker, and the last things I recognized were my own eyelashes hanging down over my eyes, a warm arm hanging loosley over my hips, and the slow, sweet, sleeping breaths of a certain Spanaird lying next to me, his even breaths tickling my neck. The smile dropped from my face as my muscles went slack, and complete darkness overcame me as my eyelids drooped.