While grocery shopping, you happen across a handsome man confused by some produce. Coming to his aid leads to an invitation for drinks, and next thing you know, you're falling head over heels for Javier Peña-a good man who has trouble believing he i...
a/n: We're going back to the morning of the day reader meets Chucho for the first time.
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It was your day off after working three doubles in a row, and finally, you were getting to sleep in your own bed—birds were chirping outside, and the air conditioning was gently humming. Soft light was filtering in through the gaps in the blue linen curtains, your sleep-addled brain registering that you were lying half on top of Javi. Your head was against his chest, ear over his heart, hearing the strong beats thudding, one of your arms covering his stomach, and a leg hitched up on his waist.
The heat of his naked skin beneath you was warming your body, keeping you cozy with the sheets bunched at your bare hips. His arms were wrapped around your torso, hugging you against him as though he needed you as close as possible, even in sleep, wanting to ensure you were there when he woke.
In those first few seconds you were waking, your eyes still closed while you reoriented yourself with consciousness, it was the smell of Javi's skin that got your brain working—spicy, masculine, familiar—your mouth curled in a sleepy smile that you were in bed with him, feeling a sudden wave of happiness that he was there, and from the sounds of snoring, still sleeping.
You opened your eyes at the realization that you were awake before him, the sleepy haze dissipating completely, replaced with curiosity. You'd never been up before him—it was usually the other way around, or you both were rousing together with the alarm.
There was a gentle glow in the room as you carefully lifted your head to look at the man under you, his head nestled against a pillow, slightly turned towards you, and you took in the sight of him, eyes mapping his features in his most relaxed state.
Your first thought was that he looked peaceful—no furrow on his brow or wrinkle between his eyes—just peace. Your second thought was how handsome he was, your gaze tracking along the curve of his nose and over his full lips, slightly tilted up like he was having the best dream. Your eyes moved, following the sharp line of his jaw, and god, his eyelashes, so long and beautiful, his mustache perfectly trimmed, and his hair a mess of brown waves.
He was simply gorgeous, and he was all yours.
You smiled to yourself, that plush lower lip of his begging to be kissed, and you understood now why you'd woken up so many times to his lips pressed against your skin and mouth. The hand you had over his belly moved, your fingers lightly touching what you wished to kiss, so soft below your fingertips, and you leaned up, your hand cupping his jaw as you gave in to your urge and gently kissed him. You were delighted when he didn't wake, kissing his lips again and along his jawline, leaning up a bit more to pepper kisses on his cheeks, everywhere you could reach, his mouth turning up in a full smile as the snoring stopped.
One of his arms tightened around your body, the other coming up to guide your head to kiss him on the mouth, making you giggle, while he hummed in the back of his throat. Your eyes fluttered closed while his lips languidly moved against yours, becoming more urgent as the sleep wore off and his hunger came alive.
