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Every so often I glanced up, catching him already looking at me, and he’d just smile, squeeze me closer, and turn back to the screen. My chest felt too full, too warm, like maybe this was even better than any kiss could’ve been.
We laid there, laptop filling the silence with ridiculous voices and slapstick noises.
At some point, he shifted, adjusting against the wall, and his shirt collar slid just a little lower. My eyes betrayed me immediately, landing on that line of exposed neck, the one that made every fiber of me ache with animal-like lust. I swallowed hard, hoping he didn’t notice.
But of course he did. His lips curved, amused, without even looking down at me. “You keep staring like that, and I won’t be able to focus on the screen,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
I gasped, too flustered to deny it. “I wasn’t-”
“Uh-huh,” he interrupted softly, finally glancing at me, his eyes dark and warm at once. For a second, I thought he might lean in, but then he just laughed and tightened his arm around me, pulling me closer until my head rested against his chest.
I exhaled shakily, caught somewhere between relief and frustration. My heart was sprinting like I’d just run a marathon, but he didn’t push it further. Instead, his fingers went back to their lazy patterns, steady and grounding, while the cartoon blared on like nothing earth-shattering had just happened.
Still, the room felt different now. Every laugh from the laptop was muffled under the thunder of my pulse, every breath of his against my hair a reminder that we were dancing on the edge of something we both wanted but neither of us was quite ready to claim.
I should have moved. I should have said something, or at least reminded myself this wasn’t real life, that Pedro Pascal was not supposed to be lying on my bed like this. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.
Instead, I let my eyes close, unwillingly tucking my nose right in his neck. His cologne was faint now, mixed with the clean scent of his skin, I was inhaling it softly, every nerve in my body was alert, alive, desperate.
I couldn’t resist any longer. My lips brushed his jaw first, then trailed down to the warm, irresistible curve of his neck. I inhaled, pressing closer, letting my nose and lips linger, tasting, feeling, soaking up every bit of him. Before I could even think, my lips pressed fully, nipping and tracing, gentle kisses and biting.
Pedro froze for a second, letting out low grown of relief and lust. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he tilted his head just slightly, giving me better access, and murmured.
“We have a big problem now”
“And… Why is that?” every word between kissing and nipping left out my mouth.
He grabbed my waist with full force and flipped me under him. His chest just inches from mine, face so close I could feel his breath. His fingers wove effortlessly into mine, pressing our hands together against the mattress, anchoring me in place. “Finally…” he whispered against my lips, his voice husky, teasing, full of wild lust.
He shoved his lips against mine with hunger, groaning into my mouth, teeth grazing lightly as his tongue tangled with mine - urgent, teasing, claiming. We kissed and kissed, unable to break apart, as if we were trying to inhale each other.
His hand slid down, fingers pressing lightly as if testing the shape of mine, tracing over curves like he wanted to memorize every line. He tore his mouth from mine suddenly, his lips dragging along my jaw and down to the hollow of my throat, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I gasped, pressing closer, letting my fingers tangle in his hair, my body arching into him. For a heartbeat he lingered there, breathing hard against my skin, his hand still wandering, hesitant, almost trembling, as though torn between restraint and hunger. My pulse spiked at the contact, my breath catching, and I let out a soft moan, clutching him tighter. His teeth grazed my collarbone before he froze, forehead pressing to my shoulder, a low growl rumbling in his chest like he was fighting with himself, holding back more than he dared to unleash.
He lifted his head and looked into my eyes, pupils dilated.
“God… I could devour you right now,” he whispered, voice low, primal. I gazed at his beautiful face, my skin aching for his touch. I smiled without speaking. “But I need to do this properly, cherishing every inch of you - not in the heat of the moment.” Pedro laid his forehead against mine, his voice shaky but soft.
“Hopeless romantic,” I said softly, brushing his cheek with care. “Okay. But you have to admit, that was-”
“Fucking unbelievable,” Pedro finished. “I’ve wanted this so badly for a long time. You have no idea.”
“Same,” I whispered, blushing.
Pedro shifted slightly, letting me rest my head against his chest. Sunlight spilled through the window, warm across the sheets, and for a moment we just stayed like that, breathing together.
He picked up the laptop and set it on the bed, opening a show, but neither of us really paid attention to it. I curled into his side, and he draped an arm over me, fingers lazily brushing mine.
I peeked at the laptop. “Are you actually watching, or just pretending?”
“Hey! I’m watching… kind of,” he admitted, shrugging.
“Kind of?” I teased, nudging him.
“Fine,” he laughed. “I’m mostly enjoying how warm and soft you are.”
After a few minutes, his breathing evened out, slow and steady. I realized he had drifted off, his head resting lightly on mine, a soft murmur escaping his lips as he shifted in his sleep. I stayed still, careful not to wake him, tracing the lines of his face with my fingers.
Slowly, my eyes began to droop, his steady breathing lulling me into a comfortable haze.
The soft hum of the afternoon filled the room as I blinked awake, still curled against him. Pedro stirred beside me, his arm heavy around my waist, breath warm against my hair. For a moment, neither of us moved - we just stayed there, wrapped in the lazy comfort of a nap shared.
We laid there a little longer, until he sighed reluctantly and shifted. “As much as I want to stay… I really should go.”
I pouted, tightening my arms around him. “No. Stay.”
“Tempting.” His grin widened, mischievous now, and he leaned down to brush his lips over mine - soft at first, then deeper, teasing. His hand cupped my jaw, thumb stroking lightly, and the kiss grew hungrier by the second.
By the time we pulled apart, I was laughing softly against his lips, breathless but grinning. He sat up, rubbing the back of his neck with that sheepish smile.
"Okay," he muttered, voice low but playful, "now I really have to leave before I forget what time it is."
"Coward," I teased, tugging the blanket around me.
He shot me a look over his shoulder, eyes glinting. "Not coward. Survivor." Then he leaned down, stole one last quick kiss, and slipped out with that lopsided grin that left me buzzing.
"Don’t look at me like that," I muttered, burying my face in the pillow.
"Like what?" he teased, getting himself ready to go.
I peeked up, ready to throw a pillow at him, but he only winked, then slipped out the door.
The quiet felt too heavy the moment it shut, but before I could sulk, my phone buzzed.
Your fault I’m late. Also… didn’t realize my neck was such a crime scene. You’re relentless.
Heat shot to my cheeks - I had, maybe, gotten a little carried away earlier.
Not my fault it’s distracting. Maybe wear a scarf next time.
A moment later his reply came, quick and smug.
Scarf won’t save me. You’d just rip it off.
True.
I smiled to myself and put the phone away. As I stared into the ceiling, thoughts came rushing in, drowning me. I didn’t understand what’s happening. One day I’m just an anonymous girl, working a not-so-graceful job, and the next I’m making out in my room with a man I’d basically just met. Not just any man, but Pedro Pascal - a person whose meeting in real life feels like a miracle made true.
“It’s fucking weird, you know? All of it,” I said to Trisha later as I was cleaning my room. “First of all, he’s a celebrity. I had a crush on him for literally years, and just when it started to fade - boom. He’s pinning me against my own mattress. What are the odds?”
“Your habit of overthinking is really annoying, bubble,” she shot back sharply. “You need to enjoy this. Seize the moment, stop worrying about every single detail.”
“But Trisha!” I shouted, shoving dirty laundry into a basket. “It’s always the same for me: a couple of dates, some silly texting, awkward kissing. Not… one coffee and then acting like I haven’t had sex in months.”
“Years,” she corrected with a mischievous tone.
“You’re really lucky we’re talking on the phone and not in person,” I snapped back, half-angry, half-embarrassed.
“Yeah, I know,” Trisha laughed. “Please, girl, don’t overthink it. You don’t have anything to lose right now. Maybe it’s a gift from the universe after all these years of suffering.”
“I’ll try my best,” I sighed. “But right now, tell me about Luna. What’s going on with you two, sneaking behind my back?”
“Nothing,” she muttered, and I knew she was blushing. “We’re just texting, that’s all.”
“What was that? ‘Seize the moment’?” I laughed sincerely.
“Well, you got me. We’ll see what happens. I’ll keep you updated.”
“Alright. I need to finish this conversation and get my room done. Bye bitch!” I said, and hung up the phone.
After hanging up with Trisha, I went back to sorting laundry, trying not to overthink. My phone buzzed again, lighting up with a message I hadn’t expected so soon.