Slowly and sensually she rubs it into her skin, and I know at that moment I'm the cliché weak male; I've lost the battle. I sit and watch her for a good two or three minutes; she's really drawing this out, massaging her thighs and calves.
When she starts to travel up her legs even higher, she lifts the hem of her skirt, and I can't take it anymore. I take the bottle from her hands, toss it on the floor and pull her on top of me. She laughs a truly beautiful laugh, and I do too.
“You totally caved!” she says, very much pleased with herself. She looks so happy in this moment, so young and carefree, so beautiful. I don't think she knows how amazing she really is.
“Why are you here?” I ask, and she looks bewildered.
“What? What do you mean?” She sits back.
“I mean, why are you in my arms and not with someone else? How are you not taken, or married, or whatever by now. You are...” Suddenly, I don't have the words to express myself. “I just feel so lucky to have you in my arms.”
She looks totally surprised, as if no one has ever told her how wonderful she is.
“Blaine, I...” She blushes. “I’m happy to be in them. You came along at the perfect moment. I really didn't think I was going to feel like this about someone—ever.”
My shirt is still open, and she runs her hands inside of it, my body reacting to her soft touch.
“You are a great guy, Blaine. And so dashing!” She smirks and squeezes each of my cheeks like an over-affectionate grandmother.
I suddenly realize Alex isn't there, and I'm not about to get naked if he's upstairs or something. “Where’s your brother?”
“Oh, he's out. And better be behaving himself,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“Good.” I smile and raise an eyebrow. “Now, where's your bedroom?”
* * *
Catching my breath in her bed, I look around at her walls. There are a few photos of who I assume are family members or friends, and a big framed piece by the mirror with the words “To the world you may just be one person, but to one person you may be the world” hand-painted on it. How very true; in this moment she's the only thing in my world.
“Did you make that?” I ask, pointing at the quote.
“I took some art classes after I finished nursing school. It was either hang that piece or the one with the naked male model I painted.” She grins, and I can't tell if she's joking or not.
“My dad's birthday tomorrow...do you still want to come?” I turn so I'm facing her.
“Yeah, of course. If it's still okay. Can I bring anything?”
“I think they've got it all covered.” I remember I need to pick up from stuff from Maria's list tomorrow morning.
We stop talking, and I hear her quietly breathing; she must have fallen asleep.
“Addison?” I ask softly, pushing her hair off her face.
“Mmm?” she makes a small sound but doesn't awaken.
“Nothing. Go to sleep, beautiful girl.” I tenderly kiss her nose.
“Mmm...” she makes the noise again. “Love you.” She says it so softly I almost don't hear it.
Did I hear it? Damn...
I eventually fall asleep too. Her alarm clock shows 3:53 when I open my eyes, needing to use the bathroom. Getting out of bed as slowly and quietly as I can, I try not to wake the sleeping angel—
When she starts to travel up her legs even higher, she lifts the hem of her skirt, and I can't take it anymore. I take the bottle from her hands, toss it on the floor and pull her on top of me. She laughs a truly beautiful laugh, and I do too.
“You totally caved!” she says, very much pleased with herself. She looks so happy in this moment, so young and carefree, so beautiful. I don't think she knows how amazing she really is.
“Why are you here?” I ask, and she looks bewildered.
“What? What do you mean?” She sits back.
“I mean, why are you in my arms and not with someone else? How are you not taken, or married, or whatever by now. You are...” Suddenly, I don't have the words to express myself. “I just feel so lucky to have you in my arms.”
She looks totally surprised, as if no one has ever told her how wonderful she is.
“Blaine, I...” She blushes. “I’m happy to be in them. You came along at the perfect moment. I really didn't think I was going to feel like this about someone—ever.”
My shirt is still open, and she runs her hands inside of it, my body reacting to her soft touch.
“You are a great guy, Blaine. And so dashing!” She smirks and squeezes each of my cheeks like an over-affectionate grandmother.
I suddenly realize Alex isn't there, and I'm not about to get naked if he's upstairs or something. “Where’s your brother?”
“Oh, he's out. And better be behaving himself,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“Good.” I smile and raise an eyebrow. “Now, where's your bedroom?”
* * *
Catching my breath in her bed, I look around at her walls. There are a few photos of who I assume are family members or friends, and a big framed piece by the mirror with the words “To the world you may just be one person, but to one person you may be the world” hand-painted on it. How very true; in this moment she's the only thing in my world.
“Did you make that?” I ask, pointing at the quote.
“I took some art classes after I finished nursing school. It was either hang that piece or the one with the naked male model I painted.” She grins, and I can't tell if she's joking or not.
“My dad's birthday tomorrow...do you still want to come?” I turn so I'm facing her.
“Yeah, of course. If it's still okay. Can I bring anything?”
“I think they've got it all covered.” I remember I need to pick up from stuff from Maria's list tomorrow morning.
We stop talking, and I hear her quietly breathing; she must have fallen asleep.
“Addison?” I ask softly, pushing her hair off her face.
“Mmm?” she makes a small sound but doesn't awaken.
“Nothing. Go to sleep, beautiful girl.” I tenderly kiss her nose.
“Mmm...” she makes the noise again. “Love you.” She says it so softly I almost don't hear it.
Did I hear it? Damn...
I eventually fall asleep too. Her alarm clock shows 3:53 when I open my eyes, needing to use the bathroom. Getting out of bed as slowly and quietly as I can, I try not to wake the sleeping angel—
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