my eyelids, and then back to my lips for a deeper kiss. His tongue kept a steady pace, slowly dancing together with my tongue round and round. After what felt like a good hour, we pulled away from each other, panting and breathless.
"Baby, you still haven't said anything … does this mean I get a chance with you?"
I looked at him and needed to know once and for all. "Even if we won't sleep together, you still want me?" I was looking for a clue; any sign that this was not for me. That all this was a mistake, a delusion I had about us but I couldn't find any clues. I was just happy to be close to him.
"Em, I want to be with you so much, I'll take you any way I can get you. I don't want anyone else and I don't think I ever will; as crazy as that sounds. You've ruined me for all women … forever."
I smiled as he got out of the steamy car and walked over to my side to open my door and get me out. We walked into his house and he left me sitting on a huge brown leather couch on the fifth floor while he went upstairs to change. He came back a few minutes later, barefoot in soft black cotton sweatpants and a white tight ribbed tank. He smiled and asked me playfully, "Better?"
I laughed and said, "Perfect."
He sat next to me, propping his right leg so he was facing me. With his right hand extended over the back of the couch, he started playing with my loose hair. Louis took my hair and lowered his head to inhale my scent then said, "I spoke to Mike this afternoon. I let him know we were going to start dating each other. I hope to still have the chance to date you." He stopped, took a breath and continued, not looking me in the eye. "He wasn't thrilled when I told him I was trying to pursue you. He actually begged me to just walk away. He said, and I quote, 'Can't you find women who are not related to me to fuck around with?'I deserved that, I've never had honorable intentions with women in the past."
"And your intentions are honorable toward me?" I asked, lifting my eyes to meet his and pinning his gaze.
"I told Mike he could bet his last dollar that I'm going to marry you someday, so he has nothing to worry about."
So, Louis Bruel was a comedian, too. I figured after that ludicrous comment everything was fair game.
"What did Mike say to that?" I asked, still not believing my ears.
"He said he's not a gambler and he doesn't know what game I'm playing, but if I hurt one hair on that beautiful head of yours he'll rip my balls out."
We both started laughing at that.
"I hope you get to keep your balls, Louis. I know you're very attached to them," I said, still laughing.
"I intend to walk out of this with my balls still attached and you by my side." We stopped laughing. He got serious and fixed my hair behind my ear. "I don't want to freak you out any more tonight but you need to know that I'm pretty sure I love you, Emily Marcus. I'm prepared to spend my whole life proving that to you. All I needed was one day with you to know I'll never want anybody else."
Tonight didn't play out the way I imagined. I was supposed to call Louis' bluff and keep my blooming emotions to myself. "Louis, I think I'm falling in love with you, too," I said and climbed into his lap, which somehow felt like the natural thing to do.
"Oh baby, this feels so good," Louis inhaled my hair, and nibbled on my bare shoulder. "Please don't do that to me again. I'm an old man, my heart can't take that shit."
"What shit is that?"
"I really thought you were ending things with me. I thought I'd fucked it all up. Em, don't let me fuck this up."
With his face still in my hair, I looked up at him, kissing him softly on the neck and asked, "So are you my boyfriend now?"
"I asked you to move in yesterday. I met your parents today. I told your brother-in-law I want to marry you and I just confessed to you that I love you. It's safe to say I'm whatever you want me to be."
"My favorite color is green, my favorite movie is The Blue Lagoon, I read Pride and
"Baby, you still haven't said anything … does this mean I get a chance with you?"
I looked at him and needed to know once and for all. "Even if we won't sleep together, you still want me?" I was looking for a clue; any sign that this was not for me. That all this was a mistake, a delusion I had about us but I couldn't find any clues. I was just happy to be close to him.
"Em, I want to be with you so much, I'll take you any way I can get you. I don't want anyone else and I don't think I ever will; as crazy as that sounds. You've ruined me for all women … forever."
I smiled as he got out of the steamy car and walked over to my side to open my door and get me out. We walked into his house and he left me sitting on a huge brown leather couch on the fifth floor while he went upstairs to change. He came back a few minutes later, barefoot in soft black cotton sweatpants and a white tight ribbed tank. He smiled and asked me playfully, "Better?"
I laughed and said, "Perfect."
He sat next to me, propping his right leg so he was facing me. With his right hand extended over the back of the couch, he started playing with my loose hair. Louis took my hair and lowered his head to inhale my scent then said, "I spoke to Mike this afternoon. I let him know we were going to start dating each other. I hope to still have the chance to date you." He stopped, took a breath and continued, not looking me in the eye. "He wasn't thrilled when I told him I was trying to pursue you. He actually begged me to just walk away. He said, and I quote, 'Can't you find women who are not related to me to fuck around with?'I deserved that, I've never had honorable intentions with women in the past."
"And your intentions are honorable toward me?" I asked, lifting my eyes to meet his and pinning his gaze.
"I told Mike he could bet his last dollar that I'm going to marry you someday, so he has nothing to worry about."
So, Louis Bruel was a comedian, too. I figured after that ludicrous comment everything was fair game.
"What did Mike say to that?" I asked, still not believing my ears.
"He said he's not a gambler and he doesn't know what game I'm playing, but if I hurt one hair on that beautiful head of yours he'll rip my balls out."
We both started laughing at that.
"I hope you get to keep your balls, Louis. I know you're very attached to them," I said, still laughing.
"I intend to walk out of this with my balls still attached and you by my side." We stopped laughing. He got serious and fixed my hair behind my ear. "I don't want to freak you out any more tonight but you need to know that I'm pretty sure I love you, Emily Marcus. I'm prepared to spend my whole life proving that to you. All I needed was one day with you to know I'll never want anybody else."
Tonight didn't play out the way I imagined. I was supposed to call Louis' bluff and keep my blooming emotions to myself. "Louis, I think I'm falling in love with you, too," I said and climbed into his lap, which somehow felt like the natural thing to do.
"Oh baby, this feels so good," Louis inhaled my hair, and nibbled on my bare shoulder. "Please don't do that to me again. I'm an old man, my heart can't take that shit."
"What shit is that?"
"I really thought you were ending things with me. I thought I'd fucked it all up. Em, don't let me fuck this up."
With his face still in my hair, I looked up at him, kissing him softly on the neck and asked, "So are you my boyfriend now?"
"I asked you to move in yesterday. I met your parents today. I told your brother-in-law I want to marry you and I just confessed to you that I love you. It's safe to say I'm whatever you want me to be."
"My favorite color is green, my favorite movie is The Blue Lagoon, I read Pride and
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