Heartlines

6: All These Things

Once at his place, I don't have a moment to explore because we drop the groceries on the table before he tosses me over his shoulder and carries me to the bed in the middle of the loft. I sit on the bed and watch him start pulling the curtains close around the bed. I look up and see the tracks on the ceiling. The heavy blackout curtains close off the view in front of me, the living room disappears and then the kitchen. The only light in the room, is coming for the bathroom. 

"This is incredibly romantic." I tell him. 

He slowly undresses me. "We need to put away the groceries." I giggle. 

"I will after you pass out." He promises. 

"I'm going to pass out?" 

"Yes." He laughs attacking my neck. 

This is where I say until the next morning. 

My typical Sunday morning usually includes a large pot of coffee and my law books spread out on my desk. It was the day of cramming for me. However, this Sunday was different because I was watching a sleeping Ben slowly wake from his deep sleep. 

My fingers push his hair from his gorgeous face, and he smiles. Carefully, he opens his eyes and slowly leans over my pillow to kiss me good morning. There is just enough sunlight peeking through the curtains to make him glow. Whispering, he tells me that he's getting used to waking up next to me. 

"Move in with me?" He asks. 

Sitting up in the bed, I wrap the sheet around my naked body. My hair was a tangled mess, and my lips were swollen. All good problems to have. 

"Benny, there isn't enough room for all my crap in this beautiful space." I smile. 

I stand up in front of him, drop my sheet and open the curtains to let the day in. The warm sun immediately fills the space, and it feels glorious on my skin. I walk into his bathroom to freshen up. 

The reflection looking back at me through the mirror only makes me smile bigger. I'm glowing from head to toe, my entire body sore from all the moves from the night before, but I was happy and relaxed. I could get used to this life with him. 

Nothing else mattered when I was with him. 

Opening the door, I grab his t-shirt off the floor and pull it over my head. I can hear Ben in the kitchen cracking eggs, the bacon already sizzling. My stomach is growling with its urgent need for food.

While he whisks the eggs at the large butcher block in the middle of his small kitchen, I start exploring everything I didn't get to the previous night.

The living room is very much a bachelor set up. There is a TV positioned in the center of the room with every gaming system possible and comfy, overstuffed couches. The part that makes me giggle is the professional looking desk in the corner that is covered in schoolbooks. Talk about a distracting workspace. 

Walking over to the bookshelf, I notice all the family pictures for the first time, and I take my time studying each one closely. Most of the pictures are him and groups of guys. He has pictures with people that I assume are family since they all look alike. There was one picture that caught my attention, it was a young man wearing a Boston PD police uniform, and he looked like Ben.

My eyes drift from the pictures to the stacks of books. Ben has a range of books, biographies, histories, English classics, and suspense novels. I look towards the kitchen and smile; he doesn't scream the reading type. 

I get to the kitchen and marvel at the glorious sight. Ben is standing in cotton gray sweats, that hang just at his hipbone, my eyes are stuck on his V. The V is the muscle underneath the abs that point to the delicious goods he's packing, and they are delicious. I can't stop staring at his tight, fit body.