It's only happened twice since I met him. And it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Once, in the shower last weekend after the market… his eyes locked with mine as we shared the most intense orgasm I can imagine. It wasn't just physical. It was so very much more than that.
The only other time I've really looked into his soul is the day we went hiking. It was the first time. Not as intense as last night, but I saw him. I really, truly saw him, and I was the one who pulled away from it.
So much has changed since then, though, and I would never pull away from him again.
Instead, I will fight for him.
And that's why I've gone behind his back to talk to the girls. Because he'sworthfighting for. He's worth taking that risk for. All I can hope is that when the time comes, he understands my reasons.
He built a massive fire in the fireplace in the living room, and I spread a fluffy blanket in front of it. Now we're picnicking on the floor with an orange glow licking against our faces.
"You're hungry tonight!" he says in surprise when I pick up another slice.
"It's because of all the excitement last night. And every other night this week. You know it makes my appetite ten times more ravenous," I grin.
"Ravenous. Mm. That word describes you well," his eyes are devilishly dark as he reaches out and flicks his fingers beneath my chin. A playful, gentle gesture.
I throw him a side eye with a narrowed gaze. "Is that so? Perhaps it's just you that makes me that way?" I suggest.
"If it is, then aren't we perfect for each other?" His voice softens.
His question is teasing, but within the words, I sense the genuine need to know the answer. He laughs too quickly to cover it up and then brushes it away by immediately asking another question.
"What do you want to do tomorrow?" he asks. "It's finally the weekend again."
"Oh!" I say excitedly. "I have a plan!"
He laughs at my sudden outburst.
"A plan… Oh, I can't wait to hear it."
"I'm takingyouon an adventure this time," I tell him, smug and intriguing.
"Is that so? Well, this should be interesting," he grins. "No one has ever taken me on an adventure."
"Really? No one? How is that possible?"
"People have towantto spend time with you in order to surprise you with plans… "
I scoff. "I beteveryonewants to spend time with you and your resting bitch face is what scares them away," I blurt out, then bite my lip, knowing I've been more cheeky than usual.
The comment is a little too close to home. His anger is the issue I'm fighting to resolve. It's the reason I had to go behind his back to make plans. Itishis stubbornness that pushes people away from getting to know the real him. If they knew him, they would love him instantly.
"My resting what… " he scoffs, snorting loud laughter and choking on a piece of pizza. He sets his pizza down, shaking his head.
I lift myself onto my knees and crawl closer to him to take his face in my hands and force him to look at me. I press my thumbs into the corner of his mouth, right where his dimples would be if he had them, then I stretch his lips into a smile.
"See, that's all you have to do," I grin, a mischievous twinkle in my eyes.
He grabs me around the waist and throws me onto my back, lying down over me and pinning me to the floor.
"If you're going to be manipulating me with your fingers, then it's only fair that I get to do the same to you… " he mutters darkly and runs his hand down my side, pushing it between my legs.
I giggle and shiver in delight when he cups his hand over my pussy.
His lips lock over mine, and my body hums with desire.
