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"Mmmm." I mumbled sleepily, snuggling closer to the source of heat, which woke up with a yelp, as I accidentally elbowed it in the ribs.
"Ah! Jesse I'm so sorry!" I gasped, as he sat up, massaging his ribs painfully.
"It's fine." He said, grimacing and attempting a smile.
It was at that point that I became less panicked about the fact that I might have broken his ribs and we'd have to rush him to a hospital, and neither Paul nor I knew Italian, and Jesse could speak Spanish, but he'd probably be in too much pain to communicate, and Rachael was dead obviously, so she'd be no use either – to notice the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt.
I appraised him slowly, and I think he noticed if the fact that he suddenly smirked at me meant anything.
I rolled my eyes – a difficult feat when this exceptionally hot guy – not to mention your boyfriend – wasn't wearing a shirt, had a magnificent tanned 6 pack that you didn't see nearly as often as you hoped – and hopped out of bed, my bare feet hitting the wooden floor of the hotel room and looked over to where Paul and Rachael were sleeping. Kind of strange that Rachael could sleep seeing as how she wasn't exactly alive, but I've seen weirder stuff. Such as the fact that Paul was falling off the bed, and wearing pink flannel pyjama bottoms, and a white top with the words: Sleep tight written across in baby blue print.
Creeping across the room to my travelling bag, careful not to make any noise I took out my camera, crept back across the room to where Paul sat – or should I say, hung – sleeping, and snapped a picture.
"W-AAAHHH!"#THUMP# "Ow!"
I tried hard not to laugh, but when that failed, I promptly gave up grinning and burst into peals of laughter, which woke Rachael up with a start.
"Suze, honestly. You think me falling out of bed is that funny?" Paul asked sceptically, raising his eyebrows at me.
"No." I gasped. "But you wearing that-"I pointed at his outfit "is."
Paul looked down at himself, gave a start and cursed.
"I knew I shouldn't have let Mary pack."
"Mary?" Rachael inquired from the bed, a hurt look on her face.
"Yeah, Mary, the sort of 'maid slash helper person'."
Rachael's face relaxed, and I'm pretty sure Paul noticed, because he hopped back into the bed, and went: "Don't let us disturb your little romantic breakfast." With a sly grin on his face.
Jesse and I exchanged looks. "You hungry?"
"Starving."
Jesse laughed. "Come on then. How many pancakes do you two want?" Jesse asked, looking back at Paul and Rachael.
"Five for Paul."
"And two for Rachael." They answered for each other.
Which is how, 30 minutes later Jesse and I were feeding each other pieces of pancakes across the table from each other while drinking orange juice, making plans about what to visit in the afternoon.
"We've got to see the coliseum, but the fountain of Trevi is supposed to be one of the "must see" things too."
"There are supposed to be really interesting museums too-"Jesse tried, but I cut him off.
"NO WAY. We are NOT going to visit ANY museums. Those are boring. Besides, I want to go shopping."
Jesse looked at me humorously.
"What?" I asked defensively.
"You just remind me of someone."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Don't you dare say Maria. In case you don't remember she tried to KILL me before."
A sudden look of fear crossed Jesse's handsome features, and he reached out to stroke my cheek.
"I'd have never let her harm you querida." He whispered almost inaudibly. "But actually, I wasn't thinking of her. More along the lines of Kelly."
I let out a mock cry of rage and slapped him playfully.
Before I knew what was happening, Jesse had hold of my hand, twisted it so that I had to get off my chair and end up in a very contorted position where my face was almost touching the floor, Jesse still holding onto my twisted hand, and my elbow on the small of my back.
It sounds funny, but let me tell you, it hurt like hell.
"Oh no you don't," he whispered in my ear, and I could tell he was smiling. By the time I registered the words I found myself pinned against the wall, Jesse crushing me against it with his own body.
Looks like things had been given an interesting turn. I raised my eyebrows at him as he grinned down at me, and leaned back against the wall, trying to look un-fazed. I gave up rather quickly however when he leaned down, planting butterfly kisses on my lips, so quickly I never had time to kiss him back.
This was fine for about 5 seconds but I soon got frustrated. Throwing my arm around his neck, I grinned as his lips made contact with my own once more, this time for a considerable amount of time.
Jesse's hands slipped under my shirt and caressed my back, and I let him guide me over to the couch. My hands were tangled in his hair, his were being used to push up my t-shirt and I was in bliss world, until he suddenly pulled back.
I sighed. Jesse always did this when he thought we were going too far.
DAMN I thought.
"Sorry," he was apologising. ..Not AGAIN..
"Jesse,". I swear, he drives me NUTS sometimes "shut up and kiss me."
Except, instead of obliging, he pulled even further away and started pacing the room, muttering stuff in Spanish. I'm pretty sure I know how to say shit (mierda) in Spanish now. Yay. How far is that going to get me in life? Along with 'hasta la vista' 'querida' and 'piñata'.
"No es los años 80 más" he was muttering to himself. "Sin embargo ella puede ser que se sienta incómoda."
Sounded like he was having a two sided conversation with himself, that I decided to make a three sided convo.
"English please now."
Jesse ignored me which is not something I appreciated. I think he got the point when I stood in front of him, my arms crossed blocking his path. He stopped pacing and looked at me, saw I was glaring daggers at him and immediately apologised.
Not that that really helped until he decided to translate his little Spanish mutterings.
"Jesse," I said angrily, "stop thinking that. The only time I DO feel uncomfortable is when you STOP kissing me and it makes me think I did something wrong. So leave it alone. I. Like. It. Okay?"
Which started him off again. Thank God. At least, until Paul and Rachael decided to join us for breakfast, with an "Ew gross. Tell us when you're done. Wait no. don't bother. I've already lost my appetite," and disappeared into the bedroom once more.
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