“Stefan,” I whispered, as my hands moved lazily up and down his back.He felt so good.So warm.So right.
“I'm right here, Chesca.”He licked my lower lip before kissing me again.
“What is—” my semi-drunk brain couldn't come up with the word I wanted to say.
“What is what?”
I sighed while his lips slowly kissed down to my breast again.“What is this?”
Stefan laughed and thrust into me.“That?”
I laughed, too.“No, this.”
His tongue licked my hard nipple.“This?”
I laughed and shook my head against the pillow.“No, Stefan.”Instinctively, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him tight.“This.”
He stopped moving for a moment and looked at me.“Do you finally feel it?”His voice held an edge to it.An edge that I didn't understand.He didn't wait for me to answer.“Fuck.You feel it, too.”
My hands drifted to his head, and I dug my fingers into his hair.“I feel it, Stefan.But I don't know what it is.”
He smiled like I'd never seen anyone smile before.“It's love, Francesca.Our love.”
My eyes widened as they filled with tears.“Yes.”I blinked, forcing the tears to stream down the sides of my face and into my hair.“That's what it is.That's exactly what it is.”The relief I felt now that it had a name was wonderful.I smiled as Stefan started his slow—but effective—thrusts.“I love you, Stefan.I've loved you ever since the first time our eyes met in the ER.I knew.I just knew.”
And it was true.
Even back then—I knew he was mine.
12
Francesca
Iawoke naked in Stefan's soft, comfy bed.I stretched, feeling sore muscles in places I didn't even know I had muscles.
It was a good sore, though.A naughty, delicious ache.
When I rolled over, I saw that I was alone.I listened quietly for a few minutes, waiting to see if Stefan would emerge from the bathroom or the closet.
And when he didn't, I decided to get up and shower.Goodness knows I needed it.So, I put my hair in a messy bun and turned on the shower.The nice, warm water soothed me.I thought about how ridiculous it was that just a short time ago I'd been showering in an old, moldy, falling-apart shower.And the hot water only worked for five minutes at a time at my dad's house.
Not like Stefan's shower at all.I could really get used to this.
After I soaped up and rinsed off, I stayed under the water for a few more minutes.Maybe I'd even take a bath later.
I smiled to myself, just thinking about that.
I wasn't sure what time it was, but it was getting dark outside.So much so, I had to turn on the lights to do my hair and makeup.
At first, I was just going to do my minimal makeup routine.But then something came over me—and I decided to do a little more.
Well—a lot more.
Stefan had given me a beautiful gift earlier.The way he made love to me then had definitely been a bottle moment.I'd shove that memory into a bottle and keep it forever.
Something inside me wanted to show my appreciation for what he'd shared with me.
And part of that plan was going to be smexy makeup.
