NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT

Mabel pov.

"Stefan!" I moaned loudly as we both came together for the fifth time that day and he collapsed by my side, breathing heavily like I was.

I laid there in my position, remembering everything allover again in my head and I blushed, the love making with him at that time was simply the best, it can never be compared with any of the ones we made previously and I wished it never ends.

Even with all the excitement in my mind, a little sense of worry still managed to creep into my mind, "What would Stefan think of me now?" I was worried, because I knew I literally seduced him when he was trying to hold himself back.

I stylishly turned to him on the bed, I saw that his eyes were just glued to the ceiling, obviously lost in thought like I was, I knew he was thinking about the sex or probably thinking of how to treat my fuck up. I couldn't hold it in anymore, I have to know what he was thinking and how he sees me now.

"Stefan........" I called him, turning fully to his side and surpri