kitchen to the right has the refrigerator and stove (stainless steel) and granite counters against the wall with a really cool looking textured tile. A long island runs the length of the kitchen and has a sink and more granite counters. The cabinets are a cherry wood with chrome knobs. A bathroom's at the end of the wall closest to the door. To my left is a rectangle six person dining table sitting on top of a warm, rich rug. Past that is a coffee table surrounded by a long, brown leather couch and two leather armchairs, all sitting over a plush burgundy rug. A gigantic flat screen on a wooden stand can be viewed from the couch. The back wall is a huge window overlooking the city. It stops more than halfway to a brick wall that has a king size bed, night stands on each side, and a long dresser against the wall. The walls don't have pictures but are brick, the floors hardwood. It's quite a welcoming, cozy place, which makes it even more bizarre that it's in a freaking bank.
Jay goes to the kitchen, taking a seat at a bar stool and pulling out his food to eat. I stay standing by the door, twisting his ring, not sure what to do next.
I stay put the whole time he's scarfing down his food. When he's done, he dumps it in the trash, gets a glass of water from the sink, and gulps it down, his eyes briefly flickering in my direction.
“I need a shower,” he gruffly informs me.
As he passes me his eyes watch my fingers twist his ring around. I wait for him to say something or smile at the sight of it. He doesn't.
I definitely think I may cry at any minute. This yo-yo game we always play is exhausting.
“ Eight weeks, Lily!” I hear him shout, turning the water on. “Eight fucking weeks!”
I smile, because I hear the longing in his voice and know this day has been just as confusing and shitty for him too.
I strip off all my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.
Inside the bathroom I start to get self-conscious about him seeing me naked, which is silly; he probably knows my body better than I do.
The glass is clear, making his backside visible.
Oh wow, I forgot how beautiful his body is. The way his muscles move as he works a washcloth along his body has me desperately wanting my hands to take over.
I open the shower door and slide in. I stand with my back against the tiled wall, arms against it.
Jay slowly turns, the water falling down on him and getting stuck on his lashes and lips, rolling down his chest and abs ripple after ripple.
He makes me feel so small and vulnerable, his width and height appearing double my own.
“ Hey,” I say with shyness and apprehension.
“ Hi.”
I watch him leisurely admire my body, inspecting me as though this is his first time seeing the curve of my hips and the roundness of my breasts. A mischievous smile breaches the indent of his mouth, indicative of all the things he's imagining doing to me.
I hope he does it all and more.
When his eyes finally meet mine I start to smile, but he's looking at me as though I'm his prey and he can hardly wait to devour me, so instead I try and remember how to breathe.
“I've missed you,” his tone eliciting the same truths and desires of my own.
“ Oh god Jay, I've missed you so much. At times it was hard to breathe.”
“ I know,” his gruff voice agrees, affirming the darkness our separation caused. He steps closer to me to rest his forearms on the tile above my head. He brings his lips inches from mine, making my restless yearning turn volcanic, “I'm going to kiss you now, and then I'm going to fuck you because that's all I'm capable of right now. I need you so bad I can't be anything but rough. Then we'll clean each other and spend all night and tomorrow making love in my bed. Yeah?”
“ Okay,” is my lame response.
He grins, “Good.”
His lips lightly brush mine, but it awakens my body and I attack. My fingers and nails drag along his skin at every part they can reach; I can't seem to get close enough or
Jay goes to the kitchen, taking a seat at a bar stool and pulling out his food to eat. I stay standing by the door, twisting his ring, not sure what to do next.
I stay put the whole time he's scarfing down his food. When he's done, he dumps it in the trash, gets a glass of water from the sink, and gulps it down, his eyes briefly flickering in my direction.
“I need a shower,” he gruffly informs me.
As he passes me his eyes watch my fingers twist his ring around. I wait for him to say something or smile at the sight of it. He doesn't.
I definitely think I may cry at any minute. This yo-yo game we always play is exhausting.
“ Eight weeks, Lily!” I hear him shout, turning the water on. “Eight fucking weeks!”
I smile, because I hear the longing in his voice and know this day has been just as confusing and shitty for him too.
I strip off all my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.
Inside the bathroom I start to get self-conscious about him seeing me naked, which is silly; he probably knows my body better than I do.
The glass is clear, making his backside visible.
Oh wow, I forgot how beautiful his body is. The way his muscles move as he works a washcloth along his body has me desperately wanting my hands to take over.
I open the shower door and slide in. I stand with my back against the tiled wall, arms against it.
Jay slowly turns, the water falling down on him and getting stuck on his lashes and lips, rolling down his chest and abs ripple after ripple.
He makes me feel so small and vulnerable, his width and height appearing double my own.
“ Hey,” I say with shyness and apprehension.
“ Hi.”
I watch him leisurely admire my body, inspecting me as though this is his first time seeing the curve of my hips and the roundness of my breasts. A mischievous smile breaches the indent of his mouth, indicative of all the things he's imagining doing to me.
I hope he does it all and more.
When his eyes finally meet mine I start to smile, but he's looking at me as though I'm his prey and he can hardly wait to devour me, so instead I try and remember how to breathe.
“I've missed you,” his tone eliciting the same truths and desires of my own.
“ Oh god Jay, I've missed you so much. At times it was hard to breathe.”
“ I know,” his gruff voice agrees, affirming the darkness our separation caused. He steps closer to me to rest his forearms on the tile above my head. He brings his lips inches from mine, making my restless yearning turn volcanic, “I'm going to kiss you now, and then I'm going to fuck you because that's all I'm capable of right now. I need you so bad I can't be anything but rough. Then we'll clean each other and spend all night and tomorrow making love in my bed. Yeah?”
“ Okay,” is my lame response.
He grins, “Good.”
His lips lightly brush mine, but it awakens my body and I attack. My fingers and nails drag along his skin at every part they can reach; I can't seem to get close enough or
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