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I pad along the tile flooring, run my fingers along the smooth surface of the hall wall, memorizing every indent and rough surface as I follow the sound of his voice. He's talking to someone about paint colors in the living room, trying to figure out what the difference between Antique White and Eggshell is.
My face splits into a smile as I lean against the cool wall, watch him as he sits on the brown leather couch in a pair of grey sweatpants and nothing else. His laptop rests on his knees and he looks so damn good. Dreamy and hot and delicious. And all mine.
He notices me a few moments later, gives me a breathtaking smile before telling the person on the other end of the line to choose the color and start painting. He hangs up, closes his laptop and motions for me to join him.
I push off the wall and stalk over to him, climb into his lap, mold my body to his.
"Good morning," he says against the top of my head.
I wrap my arms around his neck, lay my cheek on his shoulder. One of his hand’s rests on my bare thigh.
"What time is it?"
He checks his phone. "11:30."
Crap. Half the day is already gone.
"I'm sorry I slept in so late," I apologize as I sink further into him. His arms wrap tight around me, pulling me flush against him.
"We were up pretty late," he smirks. "I only got up about a half hour ago."
I run my fingers through his dark brown hair. "You should have woken me up. I only have one full day with you. I want to enjoy every second of it."
"I will next time," he promises.
"What are our plans for today?"
Kyle leans into me, gently nips my bare shoulder where his shirt has slid down, exposing my skin. It sends a wave of shocked pleasure straight to my core. My skin thirsts with need and desire.
"I thought we could grab lunch and I could show you around campus?" he suggests.
I shyly bat my eyelashes at him. "And then back to bed?"
He starts to harden beneath my thigh as heat floods every nook and crevice of my body. "I'm starting to think you only want me for my body, Jenny."
I run my hand up his bare torso, feel the peaks and valleys, stomach muscles constricting beneath my fingers, as I make my way up to his chest.
"This is what I really want," I tell him as I lay my hand over his heart, feeling it flutter beneath my touch.
"You know it's already yours." The emotions in his voice are raw, honest, real, vulnerable. Like he's asking me not to break his heart but giving me permission anyway.
"I love you," I say as my lips linger on his.
"I love you, too," he sighs against my mouth.
We take our time getting ready before heading out the door, our progress interrupted with hot, wet kisses and caresses and touches.
When Kyle's hand wraps tightly around mine, the sun shining down in glowing streams of flaxen and bronze, it's after one.
We stroll along the brick square, trees swaying languidly in the gentle breeze. Canopies of green shield us from the rays of warm sun. Fractured strands of honey shift between branches and leaves and greenery. The sound of conversation, life brimming along the small stretch of shops and restaurants and businesses, reminds me of home.
Kyle drapes his arm over my shoulder, his fingers playing with the ruffled sleeve of my white blouse, sending goosebumps all over my body. I slide my hand down his back, settle it around his waist. He shyly smiles as he looks down at his feet. I lay my head against his shoulder, revel in the warmth and closeness and familiarity of him.
We eat lunch at a cute little bistro. I order a grilled cheese and he has a Reuben and we sit on the patio, giggle over iced tea and watch as people pass by, lost in their own worlds much like we are. We eat lunch and reminisce about all the times I yelled at him, ignored him while he smugly stood by, getting my attention in the most annoying ways possible.
I tell him I wasted so much time and he shakes his head, tells me it was time well spent. And I feel my eyes heat, will away the tears as his hand finds mine across the table.
The conversation never steers directly towards Matt, but the reminder that he doesn't know about us hangs overhead, like a gnat that won't go away. It nags, begs for attention, but I keep swatting it away, ignoring it, hoping it disappears on its own
