Mistaken Identity

Chapter 40 Sleep with me

I smiled as a snuggled closer to Alex. We were both on the couch watching my favorite movie, The

Proposal with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds. I loved this movie, no matter who much time I watch

it I'd always end up crying, laughing and smiling. The movie reached the part where they were going to

his parents house. Ryan touched Sandra's butt and she slapped his hands off. Just then I felt Alex put

his hands on mine. I jumped, that was awkward. I glared at him. he held his hands up, maybe showing

he was surrendering. I smiled at him and then laid back down. We continued watching the movie until it

ended and of course I have tears in my eyes after Ryan's speech. It was so romantic and the way they

kissed is so magical. I sensed Alex eyes on me so I turned and looked at him. He was smiling so I

returned his smile. He leaned in to kiss me and I reached him half way there. When our lips touched

butterflies erupted in my stomach, cliché right but it was true. This is what love felt like. We continued

kissing until Alex pulled apart.

"Let us get some ice cream and talk." He said. He took my hands and pulled me up. He held my hands

and we walked to the kitchen. He sat me on the stool around the island. He walked over to the fridge

and took out the bucket of ice cream and turned and smile at me. He took out two big bowls and

started to place ice cream in them. When she was finish he placed the ice cream back in the fridge

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"Come we are going to the fireside." He said and brought us in the living hall. He went for a blanket and

spread it on the ground. When we were both sitting he pulled me in his lap and we started eating our

ice cream in silence.

After remembering something I turned to look at Alex who had his eyes looking in the fire, his thoughts

far away. "Alex," I patted his shoulder to get his attention. When he was looking at me, I continued

talking. "When was the last time you spoke to Ms. Wilson? Is she okay? How is she holding up? When

is the funeral?" I bombarded him with questions.

He looked at me with a sad smile. "I spoke to her yesterday. She said she's okay and the funeral is in a

week time."

I gave him a said smile and said. "I'm happy that she's okay."

"It's funny how you are asking about Ms. Wilson and you know she doesn't really like you a lot." He

stated, he was telling the truth. Ms. Wilson although she had calm down, I knew she still disliked me.

"Well, my father told me I should never treat people the way they treat me. I guess I ignore the fact that

she thinks I'm a fool and dump and probably a lot more things because it's not important, when she

was here the only think that was important was for me to take care of Henrique and I did my best doing

it."

"Is that the only think important now? You taking care of Henrique?" he asked me. I looked up at him

and smile.

"No, there is this green eyed god I just can't get out of my head." I stated with a smirk on my face.

"Really? I'm jealous of him," Alex said trying to hide his smile but he was failing miserably.

"You should be. He has the cutest dimples I've ever seen and his kisses. Hmm.. his kisses taste like

chocolate. They are so sweet. Some great kisses."

"So, you think I'm a great kisser." He was smirking.

"I never said that. I said he is a good kisser, who said you were him. There are many green eyes man

on earth."

He rolled his eyes. "Right" he said sarcastically.

"Yep."

A comfortable silence followed after I said yep. After eating our ice cream Alex went to the kitchen to

wash the bowls. I didn't fight him. I sat and enjoyed the heat of the fire. When he came he lifted me up

in bridal style and brought me up to my room. He placed me on my foot when we reached my door. He

leaned in and kiss me slowly until he we both out of breath. He leaned his forehead on mine and

looked in my eyes. It amazes me how much can be said over silence. Acts were indeed loud because

even though I know Alex haven't told me he loved me, I knew somewhere in his heart. He does. He

loves me. I know it and I can feel it.

He was about to let me go but I stopped him.

"Sleep with me,"