Tattoo

Olivia's POV

Slowly I opened my eyes as I Felt hot breath all over my body.

I tried to move my body, but I noticed a stronger one was holding me down.

Confusedly, I tried looking up and noticed it was Eric.

''Shit.'' I whispered, closed my eyes and tried to remember how he got here, but I couldn't remember a thing.

Slowly I tried moving away from, but I noticed his grip on me was too tight.

Slowly I tried again and this Time I was successful.

I breathe in relief and moved to the other side of the bed.

I sat on the bed and tried leaving the bed,but then I heard a familiar voice behind me.

''And where are you going.'' he asked in a deep sleepy voice

Nervously I gulped and jerked my head to his direction.

''Good morning.'' I murmured and shyly looked away.

''Morning, how are you feeling.'' he asked

''I'm fine.'' I replied quickly and stood up from the bed.

I moved my gaze to him and noticed he was still laying on the bed with his back, his two hands at the back of his neck while his black hair was roughly scattered on his face.

I gulped and looked away when I noticed he caught me staring.

''Why was I feeling so much cold last night.'' I asked, 

He sighed softly and arranged his hair with his fingers.

''Don't worry about it.'' he smiled at me, removed the blanket on his body and stood up from the bed.

''Shit.'' I muttered out, shocked, and turned my back to him.

''Why are you naked.'' I murmured to myself, but he heard me.

''I'm not naked, I'm putting on an underwear.'he said those words with a soft chuckle.

I rolled my eyes and didn't look back at him.

''Please put on something.'' I murmured

He did not reply me, rather I heard noises behind me.

''You can turn around.''

Hearing those words from him, I slowly turned around and noticed he was just putting on a jean with no shirt on.

I gulped nervously as I stared at his muscular body, his body was muscular at the right places, no hair on his chest and a flat stomach.

Just like Prince Liam, he had a tattoo on his left chest, a write-up that I couldn't read.

Slowly I moved closer to him, stood before him and placed my right hand on his left chest.

I ran my fingers on the write-up and wondered what the words meant.

''What language is this.'' I asked as I kept running my fingers on the write-up.

''Arabic.'' he replied with his eyes closed

I noticed him exclaims softly before opening his eyes.

''What' does it say.'' I asked curiously

''Your name, that's your name.'' he replied and held my hand on his chest.

''My name.'' I asked while meeting his gaze.

''Yes, I did it a year ago.'' he replied and flashed me a big smile.

I moved my fingers in each letters of the word as I began to wonder why he would write my name on his chest.

''Stop thinking too much.'' he expressed those words like he was reading my mind.

''Go take a shower and come down for breakfast.'' he ran his fingers in my hair before moving away from me.

''I'll be in my room.'' he picked up his shirt and shoes before leaving the room.