Nicolas couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about the similarities between Alex and Veronica. His head spun from the deep thoughts, groaning as he placed his hand over his face. "This woman will be the death of me." Nicolas muttered under his breath. The sun pierced through the window, spilling its sunrays onto Nicolas' torso. He wore his favorite black cotton boxers Worick gave him for Christmas. His upper torso was bare. He removed his hand from his face, settling it beside his waist, looking out the window as the sun rose. He lifted himself up from the bed, removing the white satin sheets off his legs. His dog tags clanked against each other from the movement. He sat there, dazed about Veronica's face. He shook his head, fluttering the image of her face away from his head. The sun grew brighter and brighter in his bedroom. He lifted himself off the bed, stretching his arms out to crack them. He sighed in relief and opened the door from his bedroom.
He looked over at the sofa. A full figured female with rich brown skin with long, silky and black hair slept on what looks like an uncomfortable couch to sleep on. She was wearing one of Nicolas's black button up shirts. Nicolas tilted his head to the left, sighing, "Don't wear my shit, woman." He quietly walked over to the sleeping female, kneeling down to her. He steadied his arms out and scooped her body from underneath. Her arms and head dangled over as if she was dead. He slowly lifted her light body and carried her into his bedroom. Stopping in front of his bed, he looked down at her face, admiring her beautiful features. 'This woman… Isn't like Veronica.' He thought to himself. Alex's eyes twitched, slowly opening them. As soon as she opened her eyes, she became startled by Nic's face close to her.
She lifted her arms and began to swat Nic away, moving her body so she can slip out of his grip. "L-let go!"
"Calm your ass down, woman!" Nicolas scolded at Alex as she swung at him. He couldn't handle her movement and dropped her on his bed. He stuck his tongue out teasingly.
"N-nic." She felt embarrassed. At that very moment, her face turned red. "Why did you take me here?"
He signed to her, 'You looked uncomfortable on the couch, so I brought you here. Now, sleep woman.' He blankly looked at her face.
Alex quickly got up, and grabbed Nic's dog tags to pull him down to her level. Their nose touched, breathing heavily onto each other. "Idiot. What are you trying to pull?" Nic looked confused and cracked a serious smile. Alex's lips brushed against his, closing her eyes to lock her lips against his. However, Worick came bursting into the room, interrupting their brief romance. Alex's face turned pale as she let Nicolas go. The male's back hit the wooden floor, rolling his eyes up to look at Worick. He squinted angrily.
Worick became confused and embarrassingly added, "did I do something? D-did I interrupt what seemed to be an intimate kiss!?" His lips puckered at Nic and Alex. Little pink hearts fluttered around him. He chuckled, walking away from the room. 'Finally.' He thought to himself with a big smile.
"Fuck you." Nicolas laid on the floor, arms wide open. Alex rolled herself over onto the bed, covering her body with the white satin sheets. The scent of his perfume heavily embodied in her nose. It mesmerized her to sleep.