Cristiano's Craving

Three

When Cristiano came back in, he only had some trousers on. His ripped, toned abs were on show and I found myself struggling to keep my eyes off them.

"Like what you see, baby?" He asked, a playful smirk on his handsome, damn face. I raised my eyebrows, giving him an 'as if' look. He kept that cheesy grin on his attractive face, coming on the other side of the bed.

"Just say the words and it's all yours," Cristiano teased, and I look at him once more, giving him another 'really?' look. I licked my lips saying, "goodnight, Cris."

I then turned, moving under the duvet and resting my head on the pillow, closing my eyes. "Night, sweet cakes," he replied, switching off the light.

I snuggled into the soft, memory foam pillow, finding myself getting more and more comfortable.

There was a peaceful yet slightly awkward silence until it was broken by him.

"Hey, Rose?"

I slowly rolled over to face him, my eyes opening and locking with his in the dark.

"You're beautiful."

I couldn't help but laugh a little quietly. "Why are you so cheesy?" I practically whispered, rolling my eyes playfully.

"No. .no. .keep smiling. .just keep smiling. You're making my day - night."

I chuckled, still smiling like a fool.

"I lost my teddy bear, can I-"

"Don't finish that pick up line," I interrupted, shaking my head. "You know what you should do?" I suggested, propping myself up with my arm. His eyebrows raised and a smirk grew on his face. "What?"

"Let's see how long you can go without talking," I avowed, jokily.

"Really? Well, you already know I'm gonna win cause-"

"Shh. ." I whispered, surprising him with a kiss on his lusty lips. My eyes were shut and he kissed me back, his moist lips moving in sync with mine.
It didn't last very long and when I moved away, I gave him a small, innocent wink before turning over once more and closing my eyes.

"I hope I get this every night."

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The next day, I woke up alone. The room was toasty and added to the comfort of the bed. It was so snug and congenial, I loved the bed. I didn't want to leave it.

I wasn't sure where Cristiano was but anyway, I got up and walked to the bathroom.

After using the toilet, I glanced around in the cupboards and managed to find a pack of spare toothbrushes. I picked a blue one and used it to brush my teeth.

Afterwards, I turned on the shower and used the only soap there which was mens to wash myself. Then, I didn't really want to go snooping in his closet so I wore the same clothes he gave me.

I let my hair down, using my fingers to brush through it before leaving the room and into the corridor to try and find Cristiano.

I walked down the stairs, looking into the open spaced living room to see no one in it. I could hear faint noises from the kitchen and decided to go there.

Opening the door, automatically, all eyes were on me. My eyes widened a little and my lips parted in surprise to see a group of men.

Like Cristiano, they all had mocha hair. They had a lot in common; muscular bodies, perfect, attractive faces and all had dark clothing on.

However, one had more of a tawny colour at the tips of his hair. He had a light tanned complexion with dark, blue eyes. He was wearing a flannel, plaid shirt that was unbuttoned with a white vest on. He wore it with black jeans and Louis Vuitton trainers. He sat on the counter, eating crisps from a bag.

The other had penny brown hair and sharp cheekbones. His muscles were shown off by his plain, grey shirt that was sleeveless. He wore dark blue, Levi jeans and surprise, surprise! He also had expensive trainers on his feet; the latest Adidas that were shown off as he leaned against the counter.

The last guy was also captivating. His light, grey eyes struck at me. He had full, plump lips and perfect eyebrows with a razor cut. He had a matching Champion tracksuit on with some Fila trainers on his feet.

"Oh!" I slipped out, startled. "Um. . .morning," I awkwardly said, feeling my cheeks going red in astonishment.

They simultaneously replied, "morning," which creeped me out a little. They glanced at each other and my eyes went to Cristiano. I had no idea what to do.

"So, to cut the awkwardness," Cristiano finally spoke, noticing my look. His eyes flickered to me and back to the men. "Idiots, this is Rose. Rose, meet the idiots."

I smiled at them politely. "Hey," I kindly greeted, unsure of what to say.

"I'm Gage," the guy with the champion outfit introduced himself warmly, giving me a generous smile. I returned it and the others followed.

"You're really pretty," another guy not so far away said, his dark blue eyes sparkling as they gazed at me in wonder. I chuckled softly, blushing a little at the compliment as I responded with, "thank you."

"I'm Jordan," he added, his eyes intently gazing at me. "Sorry. . .you're just so. .good looking - not even good - like. . .pretty - very pretty . ."

"You've said 'pretty' like three times now," the last unknown guy acknowledged, rolling his eyes at his friend. They then flickered over me to me and he gave me a small smile, "I'm Dax."

"Nice to meet all of you," I replied warmly, feeling like a weight was lifted off my chest. I was glad the guys weren't jerks.

"So," I said, with a smile brightly. "What's for breakfast?"

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