What Goes Around Comes Back Around

Chapter Twenty Four

*Nathan's POV*

I'd been in this room dozens of times, but this time it meant something more. Seeing Bethany in all the little nooks and crannies of these walls was going to make this special, making her feel good where she's most comfortable.

I passed over the threshold and pulled her in, closing the door behind us and pushing her up against it, trapping her in the same way I did downstairs. Her overhead light let me see the red tint to her cheeks and the way her eyes cast down, even after I tipped her chin up with my finger. I placed gentle kisses around her face, from her forehead to her chin. The corners of her lips went up, but her eyes still refused to meet mine.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I pulled back so I could see her properly. "Bethany please look at me," I held her face in my hands until she finally looked up. "Do you not want this? I should've asked I'm so-"

She cut me off, gripping my shirt tight between her fingers and forcing my body against hers. Despite her actions, her kiss was soft and slow, even with the rapid beating of her heart.

"I want this," she breathed out when she pulled away. "It's just, different this time, I'm nervous," she shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, but I knew it was for her.

I smiled at her, a little fond and a lot lovingly, and rested my forehead against hers. "I love you, just as much, maybe even more then when we were together. We don't have to do anything, just don't kick me out right now. I just wanna be close."

I could see the gears turning in her head, going over every scenario that could happen and every effect it would cause. She eventually looked me in the eye, giving a small shake of her head. "I want you."

I nodded and before she could do anything, I hoisted her up and threw her over my shoulder, taking pride in the way she squealed and giggled, slapping my butt and demanding that I put her down. I wanted to record her and play it back over and over again. I whipped her around, so she was now bridal style before setting her on the bed, though not as gently as I hoped because she bounced once before settling against the comforter. We were both serious faced and silence before laughter bubbled out, so loud that I'm sure people could hear it over the heavy thump of the music downstairs. This right here was why I was positive that we were meant for each other, the ease that we could laugh at each other during something intimate was hard to come by. Once our outburst died down, we just stared at each other, the tension starting to grow to something that wasn't unbearable, but a pleasant buzzing beneath our skin. I reached behind me, slipping off her heels and toeing off my shoes before sitting on my knees at the end of the bed. She stretched out, spreading her legs slightly to make it easier to settle between them, which also made her dress ride up dangerously high and my eyes could do nothing but follow the movement. I looked back to her face and judging by the smirk on her lips she knew what was doing. I shook my head and laughed under my breath, before dragging my hands up her legs, slow enough that her breath hitched, until I reached the zipper that ran from her waist to her arm. "May I?" I asked her, throwing out my arm and bowing slightly, the grand charming gesture.

She giggled and turned slightly so it was better access, "Well it's not gonna unzip itself now is it?" And there was the feisty side I loved so much.

I slowly pulled it down, my eyes never leaving hers as the temperature of the room rose with each tug. Before I could pull the dress off, she grabbed my neck to pull me into a kiss. I abandoned the zipper in favor of the bottom of the dress, sliding it up until she leaned forward so I could pull it over her arms, leaving her in her bra and underwear. The matching blue lace pair that I had bought her as a gift to be funny, but the underlying meaning of it was always there. I bought her something pretty that she would love to wear, and that I would love to take off. I threw the dress behind me, letting it land where it pleased, before my eyes roamed her body, hands desperate for the feel of her soft skin.