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“You’re shaking.”
“I’m just… I’m nervous.” I laughed awkwardly. Nervous was an understatement.
“Why? It's just me.” My lips twitched at his simple answer. Just him? He might have gone through whatever lengths he’d had to, to get my phone number, but didn’t he know how he plagued my thoughts? How I had been wondering what he looked like, how much I wanted to meet him?
Yes.
He knew. There was no way he didn't. He knew and planned all this out for me.
Planned to sweep me up, take me in the middle of the night somewhere so we could finally be together. All to make my fantasy come true.
“I want to see you. Please, Nix.”
“Nixon,” he corrected, and I swallowed.
“Nixon?” I repeated. “Is that your first or?—"
“Nixon Hayes,” he shared. I repeated his full name, liking the way it rolled off my tongue. “You still cold, kitten?” The concern was clear in his voice while his hands stroked my bare arms.
“A little,” I answered and then shook my head. “No, yes, I’m not really sure.” I couldn’t stop the trembling of my body, so he took matters into his own hands.
Nixon picked me up and sat us down on what I assumed was a bed.
“Here, cuddle in close.”
“Are you… snuggling me?”
“Maybe. Do you mind?” I shook my head. I leaned in and rested my head on his shoulder. “You haven’t taken your blindfold off,” he noted. “You’re not tied up anymore. There is nothing stopping you from?—"
“You put it on me,” I cut him off, and I could feel him watching me. His hands never stopped stroking my arms, and before I know it, he covered us with a comforter. It brought the notes of his cologne or body wash closer. And for some crazy reason, I had never felt safer.
“You want me to take it off you?” I melted into his body. God, this big, strong man killed me. How could he think I didn’t want to see what he looked like?
“You’re the one who's been creeping in the shadows, Nix, not me,” I gently pointed out. His lips touched my forehead, and my lips quirked upward.
“You’re right.”
“Why did you? I mean… you texted knowing who I was?”
“Yes.” His voice was low and grave.
“And then… followed me around?”
“Yes,” he admitted. My teeth bit into my bottom lip.
“Why? I mean… other than the obvious.”
“Which is what exactly, baby?”
“I’m just me.” I lifted my head. “I’m not… I don’t know. I’m not anyone special. Why not just say hi, approach me?”
“I won’t lie to you, Vivi. I wasn’t sure.” Something in my belly tightened.
“About?”
“You.” Ouch, that was honest. My body locked in place. “It’s not what you’re thinking.”
“Sure, look, maybe—" I started to move from his lap, but he didn’t let me. If anything, he turned me so I was straddling him, my hands resting on his shoulder.
