Too many feelings, too much excitement, too mucheverythingbuzzed through me. And while I thought sex might release it, might bring me the sleep I wanted, I was wrong.
Having coffee was a bad idea.Thanks a lot Google.
A hangover might be gone, but no sleep made me feel horrible, if not worse.
Maybe I should stop trying to sleep tonight, brew a pot of coffee, and write a blog post. Watch the sunrise. Something useful.
Yet I stood there in my kitchen, in front of the window over the sink, staring into my backyard at the whirling snow.
It was well after two in the morning now, the world quiet and asleep, the darkness filled with the sound of weather instead of wildlife tonight.
Time passed slowly, my mind racing with thoughts of Nash. How quickly he crashed into my world and left a scorching mark.
How fast my heart was ready to give itself to him, without questions, without thoughts, without careful consideration.
But should love be so complicated?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Minutes, maybe an hour, passed by when arms slipped around my waist and pulled me flush against a hard, warm surface. I leaned back into it, into him, and closed my eyes, a feeling of safety and security washing over me.
He leaned his chin on my shoulder and kissed the skin below my ear, a favorite spot of his I’ve learned over the course of the night. Our steak dinner seemed so far away, not only mere hours, and I wondered if our life together would always feel this same way. Slow and sweet, like honey pouring from a jar.
“Do you journal?” Nash asked, the question coming from out of left field.
“What makes you ask that?”
“You have a lot of thoughts. Maybe it’ll be helpful to get some out.”
I spun in his arms, a smirk on my lips, as I slid my arms around his neck. “What makes you so sure?”
“I see you, Aubs. Thinking, contemplating, assessing. You’re a writer. it makes sense.”
“Normally, I’m not so…in my head. But since meeting you…”
“It’s a lot, in a little time. But I’m not going anywhere, baby, nor do we have to put labels on anything. I just want to spend time with you.”
I moved my hands down over his broad, muscular shoulders, resting them palms down against his biceps. “Thank you, Nash. I’m not going anywhere, either.” I kissed his lips, loving the way he tasted, like him, and me, and more sexy times to come.
“Come back to bed? I’ll make you come until you pass out.”
I threw my head back with loud laughter, not expecting his answer. “Promise?”
“On my heart.” Nash wrapped an arm around my shoulder as we walked upstairs. “Why do I feel like I’ll be making endless promises to you?”
“Because you will be.” I teased. “But I’ll make it worth it. Don’t worry. Just keep feeding me steaks.”
Nash grinned. “I’ve perfected the art of cooking steak, haven’t I?”
“Maybe notperfected…”
Nash tickled my sides as we walked into my bedroom and I ran towards the bed, climbing under the covers. He followed close behind, diving in and wrapping his large, sexy frame around mine. He tickled me more and climbed on top of me.
I was out of breath, my hair covering in my face, as I gasped for air. “Okay, okay, you perfected it. I’ll admit it.”
“Thank you.” Nash stopped tickling me and appeared above me, pushing my hair out of my face. He kissed me long and slow, his tongue swirling around mine as he claimed me. In so many ways.
“What else can you cook well?”
