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Perfect Home

A/N: So I was going through the story and realized that Oxford University is almost two hours from London, so I will be having Evan work in Oxford. xxx

Taissa's P.O.V.

We make our way into the lobby around and the view took my breath away. I have never stayed in anywhere nearly as nice as this, and it's just the lobby. Of course, Evan doesn't even acknowledge the marvelous view; he's used to it. He does, however, notice me taking it all in. "Taissa, you okay?"

I nod my head slowly and continue to admire it. We step inside the elevator and it's just as exquisite as the lobby. It's huge, probably fit ten people, and covered in gold. There are real orchids all around and crystal fixtures.

Our luggage is being taken to our room on a separate elevator, so when we reach our floor Evan picks me up bridal style and carries me to the room; this feels like a fairy tale. He walks us over to the bed and gently places me down while still kissing me. He inches his mouth to my neck and I let out a soft moan. I hear him smirk and watch him start to move lower until we're interrupted by a forceful knock.

"Mr. Peters?"

He sighs, "Must be our luggage." He opens the door and leads the porter to the living room to drop our bags. I gasp as Evan tips him twenty Euros.

I jump up to unpack our things. We will be staying here for three weeks. Evan will be off for the next four days then start at the London building to fix things up a bit then transferred to the one in Oxford. That means we have less than three weeks to find a home. I also have to apply for the spring semester for leisure classes, which starts in two months. Then, in the fall I will begin teaching classes.

"Let's order room service, Tais."

"No! Let's go out and explore! It'll be fun." I say while tugging on his arm.

He sighs and walks to the bathroom. I hear the shower run and I start to get ready, putting on black tights, a black skirt, a cream crop top, and a red scarf. I start to applying my foundation, then draw a cat eye with my eyeliner, and lastly coat my lashes with some mascara. I brush my hair and it forms into tousled waves. I sit on the bed waiting for Evan. I decide to pick out an outfit for him. I rummage through his closet, that I organized, and find a grey t-shirt, a blue 'varsity' jacket with black leather sleeves, black jeans, and cool sneakers. He walks out in just a towel and it takes all my will power not to pounce on him.

"Problem?" He says smirking. I guess he detects my frustration.

"I picked out your outfit for tonight. Hope this is okay" I say with a huge smile. I want him to put on clothes before I jump him. He removes his towel and I can't take my eyes off him and I guess he notices me biting my lip in attempt to control my self and chuckles. Evan slowly puts on his boxers while staring at me. I grab my phone and look through instagram; I can't take anymore teasing. After five minutes I look up and he has his hair slicked back and glasses on. He looks sexy; this is going to be a long night.

I call for a cab and we wait five minutes until we go to the lobby. I put on my black suede Litas (the Jeffery Campbell shoe) and grab my black cross body bag. We head out, hand in hand, and wait in the gorgeous lobby.

"Mr. & Mrs. Peters! Your cab is here." I blush at the thought of being is wife.

He smiles and leads the way, "You look gorgeous Mrs. Peters." My cheeks turn bright red but I give him a peck on the cheek.

"Where to?" The cabby asks.

I rack my brain, we haven't thought of a restaurant! I'm about to ask for recommendations when Evan confidently answers, " Le Gavroche." I shrug and lean on his shoulder. After a five-minute ride we arrive. We walk in and are seated immediately.