-Several hours later-
I woke up, and found myself lying on a bed I've never seen before.
I turn my head...
I am not alone.
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Someone was lying on the huge couch facing the bed I woke up in, but the person wasn't facing me. Judging by his short hair and huge figure, I knew he was a guy. The couch was so huge it could fit 2 more guys next to him. The room was freezing and he looked cold, he had the blanket wrapped around him like a cocoon. Who is he? Where am I? How did I get here?
I walked over to the couch and stared at him. I knew who he was, I remember staying in his arms, I remembered it all and smiled. He was so sweet with me last night, he made sure I was okay and calmed me down, the perfect gentleman. He looked so peaceful asleep, like the weight of the whole world was lifted off his shoulder.
I stood there admiring his beautiful face, his pink full lips, his dirty beard. I can't believe I'm actually thinking about this but all in all he looked rather hot, sexy even. I didn't even realise that my fingers were touching his face, just as I was about to remove my fingers I felt his arms wrap around my waist and pull me. I fell next to him. He pulled me closer and continued his sleep.
Okay this is getting way out of hand! I tried to move out of his grasp but he was strong, he held me closer and 'Mmmm-ed'. Crap, just crap. I did the only thing I thought would get me out of this situation; I bit him. Yes I bit his arm with such a force that I think it left a bruise.
He woke up screaming, "AAAAAAAYYY"
He looked around and saw me next to him, "What the hell are you doing in this couch?!" he asked with anger.
"Uhh.. ummm .. uh" I was too embarrassed to tell him that I was staring at his face. What would he think of me? A stalker? A creep? I looked up to see him glaring at me impatient.
"Well?" he asked.
"Uhh"
"B tetkalamain wila la2?" he said. God he's angry!
"Gmt mn el noum merta3a ma knt a3ref wainy wala knt adry aish ga3da asawy hina. Lafait w lgaitk mnsede7 , re7t 3ndk 3ashan agawmk w ba3dain sa7abtny b gwa w knt mnsad7a jambk 7awalt agoum bs ma gdart fa 3a'6aitk" I confessed with a light blush covering my cheeks.
Just as I said that, an apologetic look appeared in his face. It shows that he regretted talking to me harshly, "Uhh asf walla ma knt adry"
"La 3ady" I smiled.
"Tbeen nf6er?" he asked.
"Okay bs first of all, a7taj fershat asnan w malabes w3 garaf amshy kitha" I was wearing last night's clothes.
"Efte7y el derj elly ta7t el sink btlageen new toothbrushes, ma 3ndy malabs banat bs agdar a36eek a9'3ar lebs 3ndy, w tgdreen ta5theen shower hina ana basta5dem el 7amam el thany w mara7 az3jk.. ba3dain enzly t7t 7g el f6our okay?" he explained.
"Okaay"
I headed to the bathroom, opened the cupboard under the sink and found new toothbrushes, right where he said they would be. I brushed my teeth, then took my clothes off, and got in the shower.
After 15 minutes I got out of the bathroom and found the bed rearranged. A couple of things were on the bed like: A&F red sweatpants, a plain white shirt, a brush, and house slippers. Wow, this guy thought about everything. I changed into the sweatpants and shirt, combed my hair, wore the slippers then headed downstairs.
I got hit by the smell of something tasty in the kitchen, I headed there to see Salman wearing and apron and so into his cooking, the apron had "Oggi, io cucinare" written on it which means "Today, I shall cook" in Italian (I took this from google translate so it might be wrong, I used to have an apron like that + I forgot how to speak italian). The sight of him in an apron made me explode into fits of giggles.
He looked up with a mocking smile, "Aish mu 3ajbk?"
"La la 3ajebny" I laughed.
"El apron 7ilw 97?" he continued, "it means-"
"Today, I shall cook" we said in unison. He had a shocked look on his face, probably amazed.
"I used to travel to Italy every year and I took Italian classes, so yeah I know a couple of things." I said as I took a seat on the barstool next to the kitchen island.
"Walla enk '3areeba.." he said.
"Laish?" I asked.
"Kl a7ad yt3alam French wila Spanish ela enty t3alamty Italian" he answered.
"Hmm .. ee. So, what's for breakfast?" I asked.
"Scrambled eggs, hashed browns, sausages, and a plate of pancakes topped with Nutella and strawberries"
"Yummy.. can I help?" I asked.
"La enty '6aifa ejlsy."
"La la please please aby a6ba5 .. PLEAAASEE" I begged with my puppy eyes.
"Ughh fine, make the pancakes."
"THANK YOU SALMAN" I shouted.
"Haha.. You're welcome."
After cooking, we both set the table then started munching off our breakfast. It was the tastiest breakfast I had ever eaten.. YUM!
"Kaif ta3ref te6ba5?" I was curious.
"Knt adres barra fa ta3alamt el 6ab5 mn hnaak" he replied.
"Knt? Laish ma 9rt tdres al7een? Laish reja3t?" I questioned.
"9arat ly salfa w reja3t."
"Huh? Aish 9ar? 6ayb kamalt derastk?"
"La2 ma kmalt, 5ala9t sina wa7da bs w ba3dain I took a course off w jeet hina"
"Laish?"
"Tbeen ta3rfeen?"
"EEEEE! Pleaaaase!"
"Haha.. 6ayb esm3y..." and he began with his story.
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I woke up, and found myself lying on a bed I've never seen before.
I turn my head...
I am not alone.
-
Someone was lying on the huge couch facing the bed I woke up in, but the person wasn't facing me. Judging by his short hair and huge figure, I knew he was a guy. The couch was so huge it could fit 2 more guys next to him. The room was freezing and he looked cold, he had the blanket wrapped around him like a cocoon. Who is he? Where am I? How did I get here?
I walked over to the couch and stared at him. I knew who he was, I remember staying in his arms, I remembered it all and smiled. He was so sweet with me last night, he made sure I was okay and calmed me down, the perfect gentleman. He looked so peaceful asleep, like the weight of the whole world was lifted off his shoulder.
I stood there admiring his beautiful face, his pink full lips, his dirty beard. I can't believe I'm actually thinking about this but all in all he looked rather hot, sexy even. I didn't even realise that my fingers were touching his face, just as I was about to remove my fingers I felt his arms wrap around my waist and pull me. I fell next to him. He pulled me closer and continued his sleep.
Okay this is getting way out of hand! I tried to move out of his grasp but he was strong, he held me closer and 'Mmmm-ed'. Crap, just crap. I did the only thing I thought would get me out of this situation; I bit him. Yes I bit his arm with such a force that I think it left a bruise.
He woke up screaming, "AAAAAAAYYY"
He looked around and saw me next to him, "What the hell are you doing in this couch?!" he asked with anger.
"Uhh.. ummm .. uh" I was too embarrassed to tell him that I was staring at his face. What would he think of me? A stalker? A creep? I looked up to see him glaring at me impatient.
"Well?" he asked.
"Uhh"
"B tetkalamain wila la2?" he said. God he's angry!
"Gmt mn el noum merta3a ma knt a3ref wainy wala knt adry aish ga3da asawy hina. Lafait w lgaitk mnsede7 , re7t 3ndk 3ashan agawmk w ba3dain sa7abtny b gwa w knt mnsad7a jambk 7awalt agoum bs ma gdart fa 3a'6aitk" I confessed with a light blush covering my cheeks.
Just as I said that, an apologetic look appeared in his face. It shows that he regretted talking to me harshly, "Uhh asf walla ma knt adry"
"La 3ady" I smiled.
"Tbeen nf6er?" he asked.
"Okay bs first of all, a7taj fershat asnan w malabes w3 garaf amshy kitha" I was wearing last night's clothes.
"Efte7y el derj elly ta7t el sink btlageen new toothbrushes, ma 3ndy malabs banat bs agdar a36eek a9'3ar lebs 3ndy, w tgdreen ta5theen shower hina ana basta5dem el 7amam el thany w mara7 az3jk.. ba3dain enzly t7t 7g el f6our okay?" he explained.
"Okaay"
I headed to the bathroom, opened the cupboard under the sink and found new toothbrushes, right where he said they would be. I brushed my teeth, then took my clothes off, and got in the shower.
After 15 minutes I got out of the bathroom and found the bed rearranged. A couple of things were on the bed like: A&F red sweatpants, a plain white shirt, a brush, and house slippers. Wow, this guy thought about everything. I changed into the sweatpants and shirt, combed my hair, wore the slippers then headed downstairs.
I got hit by the smell of something tasty in the kitchen, I headed there to see Salman wearing and apron and so into his cooking, the apron had "Oggi, io cucinare" written on it which means "Today, I shall cook" in Italian (I took this from google translate so it might be wrong, I used to have an apron like that + I forgot how to speak italian). The sight of him in an apron made me explode into fits of giggles.
He looked up with a mocking smile, "Aish mu 3ajbk?"
"La la 3ajebny" I laughed.
"El apron 7ilw 97?" he continued, "it means-"
"Today, I shall cook" we said in unison. He had a shocked look on his face, probably amazed.
"I used to travel to Italy every year and I took Italian classes, so yeah I know a couple of things." I said as I took a seat on the barstool next to the kitchen island.
"Walla enk '3areeba.." he said.
"Laish?" I asked.
"Kl a7ad yt3alam French wila Spanish ela enty t3alamty Italian" he answered.
"Hmm .. ee. So, what's for breakfast?" I asked.
"Scrambled eggs, hashed browns, sausages, and a plate of pancakes topped with Nutella and strawberries"
"Yummy.. can I help?" I asked.
"La enty '6aifa ejlsy."
"La la please please aby a6ba5 .. PLEAAASEE" I begged with my puppy eyes.
"Ughh fine, make the pancakes."
"THANK YOU SALMAN" I shouted.
"Haha.. You're welcome."
After cooking, we both set the table then started munching off our breakfast. It was the tastiest breakfast I had ever eaten.. YUM!
"Kaif ta3ref te6ba5?" I was curious.
"Knt adres barra fa ta3alamt el 6ab5 mn hnaak" he replied.
"Knt? Laish ma 9rt tdres al7een? Laish reja3t?" I questioned.
"9arat ly salfa w reja3t."
"Huh? Aish 9ar? 6ayb kamalt derastk?"
"La2 ma kmalt, 5ala9t sina wa7da bs w ba3dain I took a course off w jeet hina"
"Laish?"
"Tbeen ta3rfeen?"
"EEEEE! Pleaaaase!"
"Haha.. 6ayb esm3y..." and he began with his story.
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