Selfless (Sequel to "Left and Right in The Dark") - A Julian Casablancas Fanfic

Chapter 16: You Are Everything I See

Sophie's POV:

Radiance encircles me as all those emotions and memories that were bottled deep inside me finally escape, rushing through my body.

He sets me down on the bed before closing the door. I take my shoes off again, turn on his nightlamp, and sit on the bed while he walks back to me. He straddles me before I pull him into a sweet kiss as we both gently fall onto the bed. I help him out as he starts to take his jacket off; he takes my sweater off in response, noticing the small goosebumps on my arms.

"You're actually cold," he looks at me before giving me a small peck on my nose.

"Yeah, I meant it," I chuckle a little, thinking he might've thought I just said it so that I could sleep with him.

"Aww, poor baby," he pouts a little before rubbing my shoulders vigorously, making me laugh. "I thought you were just kidding."

"Jules," I say, getting his attention. I look at his lips before looking into his eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and kiss me," I smile, making him smile as well as his lips gently touch mine. I kiss him back, moving my hands through his hair as his hands stay put on my shoulders.

A stream of thoughts moves through my head as all of this is happening: I feel safe when I'm with Julian. Sure, I've felt safe with guys I've been with in the past, but Julian is different. In comparison, I feel a lot safer, probably the safest I've felt with any guy. I can trust him easily, even though our reconnection was pretty recent. But I guess that's something that also comes from 16-year-old me. It was already established that I could trust him; I wasn't really nervous or scared of him then, and I feel the same way now. I can tell that he is conscious of every move he makes.

I slowly disconnect the kiss, looking at him while taking off my camisole and tossing it over to one part of the room. He leans in slowly and kisses me passionately; a smile grows on my face as his lips tenderly kiss down my body and his hands traverse my shoulders. I can sense that he's taking it a little slower, as there is the slightest amount of hesitation from him and he's only touching me in certain areas (where it's appropriate). It's understandable, since I went through a breakup just recently, and Jules and I aren't really an official couple (at least not yet). But I enjoy the slowness of it. It doesn't feel forced; everything is happening pretty naturally. He respects me and makes me feel very comfortable.

His lips slowly make their way to my neck, planting gentle and caring notes of love around it. A few moments later, he gets up while I stay laying down. He unbuttons my jeans; I raise my hips so that it's easier for him to slide them off. His hands shift to his belt, unbuckling it before lightly throwing it to the ground. His eyes stay locked with mine as his hands fix onto the center of his shirt. My eyes can only hold that gaze for a few milliseconds, until it shifts to his fingers, and takes in the sight of him undressing. I feel my breathing get a little heavy as my eager eyes slowly trail down his body. Suddenly, I notice a glimpse of a tattoo peeking from his chest, which I have never noticed before. I become hypnotized and begin to crave him, watching those fingers undress his black shirt, button by button, revealing his beautiful body. The only audible noise in this room is our breathing; both of us are lost in our own universe, not caring about whatever's going on outside and just focusing on each other.

In a sexy manner, he shrugs off his shirt and stays in that position, letting my eyes wander all over his body. Damn, he looks more built compared to when I last saw him shirtless. He's probably been working out, but I'm not sure. I bring my hand over to his arms, tracing his slight muscles and feeling the firmness of his upper arms under the softness of his skin. My fingers trail to his —now fully exposed— chest tattoo and trace the "crossed hatchet and sword" pattern. He looks at my fingers and smiles before grabbing the bedsheets and looking at me.