Chapter 248: Delilah?

Billie Bob Taylor 

The next morning we were woken up by the loud ringing of Benedito's phone. He and I were cuddled in bed just in our underwear, my head rested on his chest and by the looks of it I had probably drooled on it too. 

We let out an annoyed groan together as he reached out for his phone and answered it with a tired, "O quê?... hmm… Estarei lá em alguns minutos." (What?... I'll be there in a few minutes.)

He ended the call then hissed, "Barbie, you drooled all over my chest."

"I can't control my mouth," I frowned before I sat up, grabbed my shirt from the floor then wiped his chest. "You should be honoured. No one has ever had me drool on them. Well besides Ma of course when I was a baby."

He looked at me with extremely tired eyes. There were eye bags under his eyes as well which told me he definitely did not get enough sleep. "I'm exhausted. I've barely slept since Germany."