I awoke in the morning to David nuzzling me and planting gentle kisses on my neck. I was very receptive to being woken up in this manner by him. Charlie was still asleep. I stroked his head and ran my fingers through his hair. A minute later he woke and tightly squeezed me around my waist. We lay there quiet for a few minutes, them holding on to me and I holding on to them.
“What do you want for breakfast Anna?” Charlie asked.
“What are our options?”
He rolled over onto his back and said, “I’ll make whatever you want. I can make pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon….”
I interrupted him saying, “Coffee, bacon, and scrambled eggs.”
“That’s good; I like a woman who knows what she wants.” He said as he sat up and smiled at me. I heard David snicker
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We made love in the shower. He was incredible. I was mesmerized by how incredibly gentle he was. Every kiss, every touch was perfection. He was perfect.
Afterward, we dried each other off and continued kissing. I remembered Charlie was making breakfast. Doing this was going to be a challenge. I was going to have to be cognizant of the both of them at all times.
“David, go get dressed and come back and get me when you’re ready,” I said.
“Absolutely.” He said and gave me that kiss again. He put my head in his hands and laid one on me. I felt like I was floating on air when he did that. He finally released me and left my room. I watched him go and sighed. He was so damn beautiful.
I had to stop thinking about them and focus on clothes. I went to my luggage and tried to figure out something to wear. I had a sundress in there that I had worn to the museum. I had it cleaned at the hotel so at least I could wear that. I put it on with a pair of wedge sandals and went back to the bathroom to put on some makeup. I moved as quickly as I could.
When David returned, I was just finishing blow-drying my hair. He made the bed and then sat down on the end of it looking at me. Goddamn he was beautiful. I could not see him and not get lost in how beautiful he was. It was like staring at the
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As we reached the top of the staircase, I could hear music playing and the smell of bacon. Smoky Robinson was singing “The Tears of a Clown.”
We got to the kitchen, and Charlie was hard at work making breakfast. He had showered and changed. He saw me and stopped what he was doing and went to get me a cup of coffee. I met him at the coffee maker. He handed me my coffee, and I kissed him good morning.
“Did you sleep well?” He asked me.
“I did. I really did.” I responded attempting to assure him I was fine.
He smiled at me, and I kissed him again. He went back to cooking, and I grabbed a cup of coffee for David, who was working on setting the table. The next song started, and the Jackson Five were singing “I Want You Back.” It made me smile. Charlie was dancing and singing while he finished cooking.
Charlie had fruit on the counter. I started cleaning the berries and grapes and then cut up some melon. The music was infectious. I couldn’t help but sing along and sway to the music while I dealt with the fruit. I looked at David; he was smiling and enjoying the music as well. When I had the fruit all set, I brought it to the table. Charlie came with a big plate of eggs and bacon. He pulled my chair out for me. I sat; they sat, and we started
There I am lying, I am awoken by a bright shimmering, yet quite bothering light, I slide to my right to find my angelic husband Demetrious, he was breathing softly and faintly, I wrap my arm around him onto his buff body, and his eyes stare at me gracefully, I come to acceptance and find myself thinking how this happened, from hopeless back then, to happiest I could be, and all because of one man, he made me feel gloomy like when we first met, his eyes would affectionately stare deep into your eyes. His bright personality brightened up my day, that one special day, the most beautiful day of day, it was a sunny, warm yet quite balanced day, everything was going normally, then carelessly out the corner he came, Demetrious, and one problem was that he liked my hearty, hysterical good friend Hermia. Hermia had a generous and gentle personality, she had beautiful eyes and I was very fondly jealous of her, she got all the cute, boys that I always admired, yet one day things unexpectedly turned the other way around.
bolted the door. He asked me to sit on his lap. Frightened, I obeyed. He kissed me
He ran his soft hands over my lower back and moved them down to caress my legs, this sending movement through my upper calves. Being so close to him was ticklish, yet pleasurable… Evolving me to wince at every touch. The pleasurable side almost always overcomes the tingling ticklish side of being in the arms of someone I cared about so much. Just the thought of him- the way his smile lit up his whole face, and how he only smiled that way around me. We spent a lot of time squandering about, but every moment afterwards left you wanting more. When I wasn’t with him, my mind traveled to him. The thought of being surprised that his feelings were mutual had always stuck out. All of his charisma, and quirkiness piled together to make him. Being himself,
...rned my head toward his,tucked my long brown hair behind my ear, took my face with both of his hands and told me that everything would be okay. Ben pulled my face to his a gently kissed my forehead and then pulled my head to his chest, which was warm, and strong.
Yarah nodded and kissed him. Her lips were smooth and tasted of green apple lip balm.
Please come here for a moment." He said. So i stood up and walked to the front.
I was just the slightest bit excited, maybe a little more than that, to see that he responded. His reply sparked a conversation that I was determined to carry on into the night without seeming overly eager. To my delight our dialogue was picked up again the next morning, into the day, and the next day, and the next day. I gradually began to look forward to the “good morning” text I would get every day so that we could continue investing in each other’s lives though thousands of miles apart. We soon switched to phone calls beginning with long late night talks to catch up on each other’s day, or talking about books, movies, music, interests, friends, family. It seemed as though we never ran out of things to talk about. Though some nights when he or I was tired after work or school, we would just relax and watch a movie, or we’d sit on the phone with each other as one of us studied for the next big exam. We simply loved spending time with one
It was like living a dream. He took me out to dinner, met my parents –
the phone. I reached for the phone and said "Hello," and on the other end was my boyfriend. He said he needed to see me as soon as possible, so I said "OK," and went to meet him. When I arrived at his house, he met me at the door and asked me to come in and have a seat on the couch,
We showered, dressed and got our luggage together. At the door, we checked each other for feathers and then headed out. We needed to get a taxi to take us to the train station. We were headed to Salisbury for two days. Charlie and I waited outside with the luggage for David, who came out laughing.
As I opened my eyes, I saw him laying there, still sleeping and exploring his deepest thoughts. The brisk morning air nibbled at my nose as the sun, just rising over the mountains, warmed my body. I leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips to wake him. He opened his eyes slowly and looked over at me with a smile. As he stroked the side of my face with his gentle hand, I felt this chocolate colored skin melt over me. After laying there holding each other in perfect silence, we decided to put our clothes on and go for a morning hike.
I thought back to those times. Most days I fell asleep right next to him. Sometimes, I would even make him dinner, and bring it to him.
That night after everybody went home I went to his house and wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about what I was going to do and what he was going to do. I looked into his eyes and listened to him talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich and successful.
"You realise that was romantic?” Sam smiled against Ethan's shoulder, realising he could get used to this. He enjoyed Ethan's morning hair and waking up to those warm eyes too much to not want it there every morning.
“That was so easy! Did you have fun?” David was teasing me, but I ignored him. I just wanted to relax.