I watch my face heat as he fingers me, my body trembling with pleasure as he kisses and sucks on my neck.He holds me against him as my legs buckle, and I feel like I can’t stand anymore.
I fall apart with his name on my lips, and my body pressed securely against his.
He keeps me secured against his chest, as I try to catch my breath. He turns me around so that I’m looking up at him. Seeing him in clothes, I feel way more insecure than I did when I was watching myself in the mirror.
He slowly brings his fingers up to his lips and sucks.
“So fucking perfect, you have no idea. You have very quickly become my world, and you don’t even know it. You have no idea how much it hurts to come home to find you hating yourself. To find you tearing apart all my favorite parts of you.”
Tears roll down my cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
“Shhh, you have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. I know that some days are hard. Today is one of those days.” He takes my phone from the bed and turns it all the way off before setting it into his nightstand.
He turns back to me, pulling his shirt over his head before shedding his pants and pulling me back into his arms. He cups my cheeks with his hands, brushing my tears away with his thumbs.
“You’re so fucking special. I hate that you’ve never had anyone in your life show you just how amazing you truly are.”
He picks me up, and I wrap myself around him. Instead of walking to the bed, he heads towards the bedroom door, opening it. Mocha runs to greet us.
He carries me downstairs as if I were a toddler and not a grown adult.
He lays me down on the couch and drapes a blanket over me before kissing my forehead, then excusing himself. Mocha jumps up on top of me and lies down gently, and I snuggle into him.
I hear Beckett on the phone in the other room, but I don’t pay attention to what he says as I just cling to my little fury baby.
A few minutes later, Beckett sets a mug of steaming liquid down on the coffee table and lifts my feet before sitting down and placing them into his lap.
He doesn’t say anything, just turns on the TV and scrolls to one of my favorite comfort movies,Emperor’s New Groove.
Once the movie begins, he rubs my feet softly, taking his time. For some reason, it actually calms me down.
About a half hour into the movie, the doorbell rings. Beckett says nothing, just stands up, opens the door, hands the person some money, and takes the bag before disappearing into the kitchen.
“Put this on,” he says, handing me a sleep mask that I have no idea where he got.
“Why?” I ask, sitting up.
“Just do it,” he encourages, and I obey like the good little girl I am. While I adjust the mask, I hear footsteps going back into the kitchen.
He sits down next to me, and Mocha jumps off the couch.
“Open your mouth,” he commands. I decide not to question him, and I open my mouth.
I close my mouth around the utensil, and I’m met with nostalgia, the flavors of my favorite food on the planet melting on my tongue.
“I can’t have this, my cheat meal isn’t—” I’m silenced when another forkful of lo mein noodles is gently forced into my mouth.
I haven’t had Changs’ since before I moved away from here. I have no idea how he knew I loved it.
He feeds me until I take the blind fold off and look at him.
“How did you know what I liked?”
“While scrolling through your social media one day, I found a post that said how much you missed Chang’s, and figuredI’d have to order us some one of these days, but I know how particular you are about your food schedule.”
“Today isn’t a cheat day,” I whisper.
“And you still look so fucking perfect,” he whispers, setting the take-out container down. I pick up the mug and lift it to my lips, letting out a sigh.Caramel coco.
