have invaded my brain."
He gets up and walks over to the couch, sitting right next to me and turning to face me. His voice falls to a whisper as he leans closer to my ear.
"I see you laughing in my kitchen or hear you moaning in my bed. I can't even take a shower without picturing the water caressing your curves. Your lustrous skin I want to press my lips over, all over."
He is staring at my legs as he continues. "When I opened the front door and saw you on the other side I thought for a moment you weren't real, you weren't here."
He begins to look away to laugh under his breath before turning back to face me and speaks again, "I thought about that a lot this past week, perhaps you weren't real. Maybe I had gotten so drunk that night I hallucinated the whole thing or dreamt it. I think me sending the gifts to you also kept me sane. Is this too much? Am I sounding crazy?"
He keeps his hands to himself, propping his head on one leaning back on the couch and the other laying inches from my thigh. Despite our space I feel the heat seeping out of his skin and graze my curves.
"No, not crazy at all. I missed you too, Pierce."
It takes all my willpower to keep from leaning in and kissing his soft lips. I want to take a deep breath of his musky scent, but I control my breathing despite its rapid uptake.
"I know you want me to woo you and I have really enjoyed working for your affection. Listening to your sweet voice, it's all I can do to keep my hands off you. Please will you give me your phone number, so I may ask you on a date?"
I peer up into his eyes and witness the fire, longing, but there is doubt behind his gaze. I realize at that moment that this wooing or test that I have created isn't just about winning me over; it's also about him discovering who he is. Pierce needs to understand what I see when I look at him and right now he doesn't.
"I don't think you understand what this date means to me Pierce. I am not saying that to be dismissive or a tease; I'm saying it to let you know that I think you are worth it. No man has treated me as you have or had this effect on me. I want you to capture your prize because I desire you. But, I also know that I want the best in you, not just something you may think I would want or just enough to get me in bed."
I can't help touching him and start to smooth his cheek with my hand. He places his hand over top mine, sending a chill through my arm.
"You are smart and caring and respectful, but I get the feeling you don't see yourself as that. I want you to see it, whether it's when you look in my eyes or look in the mirror, I want you to see what I see. My heart is the challenge you need to not only appreciate me, but appreciate all that you have to offer the world, Pierce."
His breath catches as his eyes widen. Pierce moves his gaze to the floor and we are both quiet for a few moments. Perhaps I am wrong about him, he isn't the one. Maybe he's just doing this because it was great sex and that's all. I thought he felt something too that night, maybe not.
I start to get up to go help Mrs. Carver on the grill outside on the deck, when I feel a hand grab mine to stop me.
"Please don't leave Josephine."
I turn to look at him sitting there pleading with me. His eyes are warm and I notice a hint of pain behind his smooth mask. I know I touched something in him that he keeps hidden. A soft smile grows on my face and I take back the seat next to him. He holds my hand, staring and rubbing it as if it will reveal an answer to a question in his mind.
"Josephine, you need to know that I am not used to this...dating...wooing, and feeling this way towards a woman. These emotions are all new to me. I never cared about doing those things until I met you. Now, I would walk around the world if you asked me to, if only to get your phone number. But please don't ask me to do that, as it would take too long and I want to be able to hold you sooner rather than later, and besides I can never find good
He gets up and walks over to the couch, sitting right next to me and turning to face me. His voice falls to a whisper as he leans closer to my ear.
"I see you laughing in my kitchen or hear you moaning in my bed. I can't even take a shower without picturing the water caressing your curves. Your lustrous skin I want to press my lips over, all over."
He is staring at my legs as he continues. "When I opened the front door and saw you on the other side I thought for a moment you weren't real, you weren't here."
He begins to look away to laugh under his breath before turning back to face me and speaks again, "I thought about that a lot this past week, perhaps you weren't real. Maybe I had gotten so drunk that night I hallucinated the whole thing or dreamt it. I think me sending the gifts to you also kept me sane. Is this too much? Am I sounding crazy?"
He keeps his hands to himself, propping his head on one leaning back on the couch and the other laying inches from my thigh. Despite our space I feel the heat seeping out of his skin and graze my curves.
"No, not crazy at all. I missed you too, Pierce."
It takes all my willpower to keep from leaning in and kissing his soft lips. I want to take a deep breath of his musky scent, but I control my breathing despite its rapid uptake.
"I know you want me to woo you and I have really enjoyed working for your affection. Listening to your sweet voice, it's all I can do to keep my hands off you. Please will you give me your phone number, so I may ask you on a date?"
I peer up into his eyes and witness the fire, longing, but there is doubt behind his gaze. I realize at that moment that this wooing or test that I have created isn't just about winning me over; it's also about him discovering who he is. Pierce needs to understand what I see when I look at him and right now he doesn't.
"I don't think you understand what this date means to me Pierce. I am not saying that to be dismissive or a tease; I'm saying it to let you know that I think you are worth it. No man has treated me as you have or had this effect on me. I want you to capture your prize because I desire you. But, I also know that I want the best in you, not just something you may think I would want or just enough to get me in bed."
I can't help touching him and start to smooth his cheek with my hand. He places his hand over top mine, sending a chill through my arm.
"You are smart and caring and respectful, but I get the feeling you don't see yourself as that. I want you to see it, whether it's when you look in my eyes or look in the mirror, I want you to see what I see. My heart is the challenge you need to not only appreciate me, but appreciate all that you have to offer the world, Pierce."
His breath catches as his eyes widen. Pierce moves his gaze to the floor and we are both quiet for a few moments. Perhaps I am wrong about him, he isn't the one. Maybe he's just doing this because it was great sex and that's all. I thought he felt something too that night, maybe not.
I start to get up to go help Mrs. Carver on the grill outside on the deck, when I feel a hand grab mine to stop me.
"Please don't leave Josephine."
I turn to look at him sitting there pleading with me. His eyes are warm and I notice a hint of pain behind his smooth mask. I know I touched something in him that he keeps hidden. A soft smile grows on my face and I take back the seat next to him. He holds my hand, staring and rubbing it as if it will reveal an answer to a question in his mind.
"Josephine, you need to know that I am not used to this...dating...wooing, and feeling this way towards a woman. These emotions are all new to me. I never cared about doing those things until I met you. Now, I would walk around the world if you asked me to, if only to get your phone number. But please don't ask me to do that, as it would take too long and I want to be able to hold you sooner rather than later, and besides I can never find good
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