Five
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"Chase her. Chase her even when she's already yours." - unknown source.
" Dont rush something you want to last forever."- tuliprim.
Elizabeth's POV
Francisco gets up and flings me over his shoulders. Giving a good view of his ass but at the same time giving him mine.
"PUT ME DOWN FRANCISCO." I start yelling.
"Nope," popping the 'p'," not untill you agree to sleep next to me." I could imagine him smirking again.
"FINE."
He gentle lowers me down onto the bed, and crawls up next to me.
"Nice ass by the way." He said before turning to face his back at me.
I rolled my eyes and closed them. I was so sleepy that I started to doze off pretty quickly. But before I feel asleep , I felt an arm snake around my waist and hugging me tightly.
*
Rays of sun started to shine throught the windows and into my eyes. Pushing my self to sit up, I realize that Francisco had his arm around my waist.
The more I struggled, the harder his grip was on my waist. I gave up and laid back down.
Facing each other, I stared at the sleeping Francisco in front of me. He seemed at peace. Not those dead, at peace. The peace that always made him calm.
I place my hand on his cheek and started to caress his cheek with my thumb.
He smiled and showed his dimples I never thought he had. This is the first time I've ever seen him smile, the closest there was were only smirks.
"Morning, Girly. Enjoying the view?" His eyes flutter open and stared back at me. I could see him also slowly anaylzing every detail on my face.
"Oh great, the devil's awake and I'm currently in hell. " I said sarcastically and returning another smile back at him.
"You know, you should smile more instead of constanly giving me sarcastic comments. You look pretty when you smile." Francisco still gazing into my eyes as if its endless.
My face started to heat up. I grabbed a pillow and covered my face. What's Francisco doing to me?
After sometime, I remove the pillow as I hear the sounds of gushing water. Francisco must probably be showering.
I walked out of his room to look for the toilet to freshen up.
My stomach grumbled as I find my way down to his kitchen after turning a few corners here and there, telling me that I was hungry. I was also just relieve that I wasn't lost.
His kitchen was well organized and the things I needed to cook a simple breakfast was easy.
As appreciation for his patience with me yesterday, I should at least thank him by cooking him breakfast.
I set up a pan on the shove and started the fire. I whipped up some eggs and poured it into the pan with a few slices of bacon. I had to make the pancakes from scratch but nothing too difficult for me, I'm a master chef cook.
After cooking, I set the fluffy scrambled eggs and bacon beside a stack of pancakes on two plates. One for me, and one for Francisco.
As if on cue, he walks into the kitchen with his wet messy hair and bangs that dangled from his head to his eyes. " What's that nice smell- woah"
I smile at his shocked face," I made this for you."
I place the plates on the kitchen counter top and sit at one of the high chairs. He walks over to me and sits next to me.
He smiles back at me," Thank you, Girly."
A boy looking about Francisco's age walks into the kitchen," Morning Franci, hey there beautiful. Do you enjoy last night with him?" he points at Francisco.
My eyes widened . Did he think that I slept with Francisco?
Francisco defends me," No. She came over to help me with a project. Finn, this is Elizabeth."
He says my name for the first time. Didn't think he actually knew it. But the way he said it, it sounded like it was meant for him to say it. My name rolled off his tongue beautifully in a sense.
" Woah that pancakes? I love pancakes. Gimme some Franci." Finn grabs a fork from the cabinet and stabs a piece of Francisco's pancake.
"NO. GIRLY MADE IT FOR ME. ITS MINE." Francisco shouts and jumps onto Finn to grab his fork.
"Seriously? You call her Girly ? What was so girly that she did to make you call her that?" Finn laughs.
" Its okay, I'll make some for you , Finn." I suggest to get the both of them from fighting.
"NO. SHE CAN ONLY MAKE PANCAKES FOR ME." Francisco shouts as he continues to grab Finn's fork.
Is it me or is Francisco getting possessive ?
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