Besotted novel Chapter 43

I had always known that waking up in your partner's arm was the great thing ever but there was something even better than that and it snuggling up to warm body early in the morning feeling the hot breath beside and cuddling up.

"Good morning sweetheart," I heard his husky voice as he kisses my cheek softly and I hummed wrapping my arms around him, pulling him closer as he pulled up the blanket covering me.

"You have to get up now. It's already eight in the morning," I heard him but still didn't bother to open my eyes feeling warmth in his arms.

"C'mon,"

"No! Let me sleep," I groaned as I refused to get up and leave the comfort zone of both the bed and Caleb.

"Sang, you told me you have an important class today. We don't want to be late. Now get up,"

I felt him caressing my hair and I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head, covering away. I heard him chuckling and the next moment the whole cover was pulled up me leaving me stark-naked under his gaze. I had to glare at him as I pulled the cover back and saw him picking up a robe throwing it over his body as he got back to and slipped back inside the banket keeping his hand over my waist, stroking my back.

"Caleb please!" I pleaded annoyed wanting to sleep.

He didn't listen as he continued irritating me and tried to throw the blanket away.

"Sang you have your class. You will be late and you will end yelling at me for not waking you up!" he complained and I turned the other side stuffing my face into the pillow.

"Let me sleep! Classes can go to hell. I don't want to go. I will take a leave," I mumbled and he hovered over me. I could feel him over me as he put his chin on my shoulder.

"C'mon get up now," he mumbled and I sighed. I tried to spread my legs for a better position when immediately pain shot up my body and a cry escaped my mouth as I turned to my side placing my hand on my core.

"What's wrong?" he was immediately on my side stroking my head as he waited for my response.

"I feel pain down there. You made me sore, I can't move. Even my stomach hurts!" I complained and I watched as he calmed down and wrapped his hand around my body pulling me closer to him.

"Don't worry get a warm shower and you will be feeling better. Now c'mon," he said as I groaned not wanting to get up tossing away in the bed, he removed the blanket completely off me and picked me up ignoring my cries as he made his way towards the washroom with me in his hand as he carried me bridal style and placed me in the bathtub turning the faucet open.

"Damn it! I wanted to sleep a little longer," I complained and he chuckled checking the temperature of the water when I had a thought. I grabbed his robe and tried to pull it when he made a tsk sound.

"Get it off!" I demanded.

"Sang I thought you just said you are feeling sore. If I remove my robe neither of us will be able to go out on time," he argued and moved away as I folded my arms over my chest and leaned back on the bathtub.

"Good girl," he leaned over and placed a kiss on my forehead before going away to fetch a small box which seemed like a bath salt. He added it to my water and then turned the hot water on and sat on the side of the bathtub looking at me. The water-filled up and immediately I felt relaxed and the warm water did its magic of soothing the pain away. I closed my eyes and relaxed when all of a sudden I felt his hand on my body.

He was rubbing my body using his hand and giving a gentle massage on my tummy. I smiled as I felt amazing under his touch. His hands trailed up and stopped on the center my chest right on the scar caused by the bullet. I felt him drawing circles all over it and all of sudden I felt him kissing my chest as my eyes snapped open.

"What are you doing?"

"I have still not managed to get my hands on that woman who this to you. I failed," he said as he avoided looking at me while he touched my scar, caressing it.

"Caleb," I sighed as I kept my hand on his head.

"You don't have to be. And moreover, you did everything you had in your hand. I don't think that whoever she was, she can hurt me again. I have left the country three months ago and I think there would be no way, she would ever find me in Paris," I told him as he hummed in response.

"Are you still looking for her?"

"I can't and won't stop until I find her," he told me as he got up and leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was gentle but as soon as he initiated it, he ended it immediately and went away. I looked at his back worried thinking about what he must have gone through while I was in that coma and while I left the country.

I really hurt you really bad, didn't I?