^^ what a fricken man

ANALIA'S POV

I don't remember falling asleep but I assume I eventually did because I was waking up. I felt overly warm and compressed in my position. My eyes slowly opened but was met with blur. I yawned and blinked a few times before my brain was able to function. 

I was facing a muscular chest that had little dark hairs dancing over it. I pulled my hands back quickly because they were placed upon it. I looked up to see my professor sleeping soundly. He looked so peaceful. His lips were slightly parted and soft snores came from then. There wasn't a single tense muscle in his face. He was breathtaking.

I blushed and went to scoot back but soon found I couldn't. His muscular arms were wrapped around me and pulled me closer when I pushed away. I felt all the breath leave my body when he pressed me against his chest.

I placed my hands back upon it to stop my face from being pushed against it. Tingles shot into my hands as I touched him and I couldn't help that my breath quickened.  I felt my body go hot and I looked back up at his face.

Oh no. If I didn't get out of here now I was going to be a mess. I started to wiggle trying to get out of his firm grasp but it was no use. I moved my hand and tried to push his arm and almost had it. How was he so strong?

"What are you doing," a tired voice spoke heating my body more. My head snapped and I looked at his face. His gray tired eyes were barely open and his brows were furrowed. Holy crap, this man is sexy. 

I could feel my face heat up. I was embarrassed to be found like this with him. I mean he must find it weird. 

"Trying to get up," I squeaked out. So recently I guess I've been a squeaky toy. 

"Hmmm," he pulled me close again and put his face half way into the pillow, "why?"

I shifted slightly and bawled my hands against my chest so I wouldn't touch him, "B-because its morning."

It was shock overload being completely against him. Almost every part of our bodies were touching. Well, not every part.

I could feel his hand resting on my lower back and the other between my shoulder blades. The heat started increasing between my legs and the tingles ran threw my back. 

He took his arm that rested on my lower back and turned to lean on it. Looking at the bedside table he raised an eyebrow and looked back at me, "Analia," cue more tingles, "it's 6:30 in the morning."

"Oh," I whispered feeling more embarrassed. 

He laid back down and pulled me too him. He pulled me to where I was halfway on top of him. My leg had two choices. Across the waist or in-between his legs. I didn't want to touch his, you know. So I let my leg fall over his waist. 

"Just go back to sleep," he said with a yawn.

Go back to sleep?! How could I go back to sleep? He could probably hear my shaky quick breaths. I know he could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Go back to sleep my ass. 

His arm tightened around me going across my back and his hand gripping my waist. In the process of him doing this my core pressed down between his abdomen and pelvic bone.

I gasped and tried to jolt back but his arm held me still. He let out a chuckle and it sent vibrations straight through my center. This time I wasn't able to hold back the quiet moan that escaped my lips and cut his chuckle short. 

I balled my hand that laid in the center of his chest into a fist. This is so embarrassing. I've never been turned on like this before. I've never wanted someone before. I honestly felt kind of disappointed in myself. It was so unnatural to me. I squeezed my eyes closed and bit harshly at my lip while we laid in silence. 

My eyes shot open and widened. I hope he can't feel how wet I already was. Then I remembered I was wearing shorts without underwear and he probably could. His hand squeezed my waist firmly and I let out a little squeak, "Mr. Black-"

He cut me off with a groan that made me suck my lip into my mouth and squeeze my eyes shut, "Please when we're not in a professional setting, just call me Dante."

I felt my heart skip a beat and couldn't help but smile. I pushed myself up and expected to be met with gray eyes but was met with dark eyes instead, "Dante," his eyes darkened more and he took a deep breath, "I, um, I h-have to go pee."

We looked at each other for a second before he decided to let go of me. The second I was released I scrabbled across the bed and stumbled slightly when my feet hit the floor.

He laughed lightly again at my flustered state, "The bathrooms right there."

I nodded and scurried to the door he pointed to. Shutting myself in the room I turned and look in the mirror. My face was a rosy type of read and my hair was sticking out in awkward directions. 

I was a mess. 

Oh my gosh he saw me like this. I looked absolutely horrible. I let out a long sigh and rubbed my face. Well this was a day. I used the restroom and splashed some water in my face. My crazy hair had slightly settled because I had been continuously running my fingers through it. I thought of Emily and cringed a little. I wonder how'd she react to this. She already complained about her friends wanting her brother. I felt a tinge of guilt as I stared at my tired figure. But I couldn't help this, this feeling. 

I opened the door and stepped out into the room. Dante's sent filled my senses and I let out a a content hum. My eyes moved to the bed where Dante laid with his arm behind his head. His eyes were fixated on me as if I was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. My eyes traveled down his very exposed firm chest. They traced every line of his figure until I hit the v-line and my breath hitched. I snapped my eyes back to him and blushed for he had just seen all of that. His eyes held amusement and lust as they copied my movements.   

I felt insecure under the heat of his gaze. My fingers began to fidget with the ends of my long t-shirt and I looked down. 

"Analia," Dante's voice rang through my ears but I kept my head down responding with a 'hm'.

He chuckled and I sucked my lip into my mouth, "Look at me."

My head moved up slowly and met his hard gray eyes and I blushed again. I studied his face carefully like I did not to long ago. His lips and his eyes. The way the little black hairs laid across his jaw. Oooh, his jaw.

"You're doing it again," he said a smirk playing on his lips.

"Doing w-what?" He hadn't seen me study his face before, had he? I wasn't doing anything.

"You're just standing there," his smile grew slightly and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth; as if to hold in a chuckle. 

Wow that sexy. His mouth drew my attention so the only response that came out was, "Oh."

My body felt tingly again when I looked back up into his now darkening eyes, "Umm, I d-don't think I'm going to be able to fall back to sleep."

He just looked at me carefully and I wrapped my arms around myself, "I'm gonna go make breakfast."

I started walking to the door when he spoke, "Okay, come get me when it's ready?"

I opened the handle and looked back with a blush on my cheeks. All I could was nod before I exited the room. 

With a slight haste my feet carried me down the steps and to the kitchen. When I reached my destination my first move was to get water. My mouth felt dry and my body felt hot. The glass hit my lips letting the water follow a path into my mouth. I swished it around a few times before swallowing it. 

My finger tapped against the glass as my mind worked on a solution. I had no idea what I was going to cook. I groaned and set my glass down. I pulled the pantry door open and stared at the contents. A box of cinnamon toast crunch caught my eye immediately. I contemplated on just eating that but I wanted to make everyone breakfast. 

Next thing I knew I was poor pancake batter onto a pan. He'd like pancakes, right? Who am I kidding everyone likes pancakes. I felt a little uneasy about everything that had happened. It all happened so quickly. It felt so... natural? There was something so right about it that made no sense. Why did my body light up? Why did a man I met only a few days ago have my heart in my throat? If he unintentionally said something it had my heart aching. What was that? It was so unreal. So- so supernatural. 

I glanced at the clock and it read 7:30. I wish I didn't wake up so early. Sleep was one of my best friends and I didn't get much of that last night. 

Slight distractions.

"Smells good," A similar voice that makes me feel like a noodle filled the room. Speaking of that distraction. 

I jumped a little and turned slightly with a blush forming on my cheeks. Dante leaned against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. I couldn't help but ogle at his appearance. Disheveled hair, a sleepy face, and his muscles bulging because of the way he positioned his arms. 

I shrugged and turned back to the pan as I took the fourth pancake off and added another, "Do you want bacon?"

I felt his presence come closer in a way I couldn't described. I soon felt his heat on my back and his chest brushed against me, "I'm good with whatever but I'm sure Emily will want some."

His voice was quiet but deep and his breath caressed my ear. All I could do was nod and I focused on taking the pancake off and adding another. 

I heard a chuckle from behind me and then some shifting. I look back and he was placing bacon on to a cookie sheet. He looked up and saw the face I was making. A small smile fell on his lips and he walked up to me again. He held my gaze as he reached around me and turned the oven on. I felt myself heating up and pursed my lips before looking away. 

"It's faster," was all he said before he sat back and watched me work. I could feel his gaze on my every move and felt stiff almost. With just him it felt like thousands looking at me. After another fifteen minutes of struggling I made eight pancakes. I turned the oven the stove off and slid the pan back. 

"Done," I said triumphantly before grabbing the tray of bacon and sliding it in the oven. I turned with a smile and looked at Dante who just stood there. 

He was leaned against the counter taking the same position he had before. His beautiful eyes just studied me. Like they were tracing every line of my face. He stared at me as if I were the most beautiful piece of art he had seen. 

My smile faltered a bit and a blush rose to my cheeks, "What?"

The question rang through the air and he didn't move. He just looked. He finally pushed himself off the counter and walked up too me. He stood centimeters from me and reached up. His hand placed upon my cheek sending shocks through me. 

I looked up into his eyes they held an emotion I couldn't understood. Like he missed me? My heart stuttered over and over again. Why did I feel like this around him? 

"I never want you to be afraid of me," he said with his brows furrowed. Was that fear in his eyes? Was he scared I'd be afraid of him?

"Why would I be afraid of you?" My voice was weak and small compared to his. He just sighed and let his thumb stroke my soft skin. I felt everything inside me heating up and the little tingles that came with each stroke went straight to my core.

"You'll know soon enough," he whispered. I'd know soon enough? What was that supposed to mean? Was he part of a gang or something? Honestly I could see that. Their house was too big for him to just be a teacher. 

I still couldn't imagine being afraid of him. My lips parted a little and his gaze fell on them. Was he going to kiss me? I felt the world stop around me for a second. His grey eyes met mine again but this time they were dark. I felt a pinch down at my core and it woke me a little. 

I stepped back from the man and cleared my throat, "I, um, I g-gonna go wake up the girls."

I fled from the kitchen as fast as I could. His harmonious laughs chased me out causing a smile to spread across my face as I ran up the stairs.

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Sorry its been so long.

I think my school is the only one doing finals 

like tf its corona time and ur giving finals??

hope you enjoyed 

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