Painted Love-Matisse Thybulle

Chapter 5: Lost in You

Warning: Mentions of abuse and suicide in this chapter. 

We can get away
Palm trees, beach views
Ordinary day
All I wanna hear is inner visions on replay
And sit right next to you, you
I try not to show how I feel about you
Thinking we should wait, but we don't really want to
I just wanna get away
And sit right next to you, you

Matisse POV:

The sun shone through the windows nice and bright Friday morning. Matisse opened his eyes and looked around when he remember where he was. He kissed the top of Casey's head who was still fast asleep and cuddled up to him. Last night had been incredible and he kept replay the night over in his head. He was even more attracted to Casey after the night they had spent together. "Well someone's up this morning." He looked down on to see that he was hard again before looking over at Casey who was snickering, which made Matisse laugh. "You can't blame a guy when he had sex with a whole goddess the night before."  Casey blushed which made them laugh even harder which allowed Matisse to calm himself down. "I'm hungry. You ready for breakfast? There's this place I want us to go. Give me 40 minutes to get ready at my hotel and we can go."  "Deal. Someone's going to need a big breakfast for his game tonight. You burned a lot of calories last night" Matisse blushed but quickly got up to get dressed. He looked around to find his shirt until he saw Casey stretch out in bed, remember that she had put it on right before they went to sleep. "Oh did you want this back?" Casey asked with a smirk. "I can take it off for you." "If you take that shirt off, we won't leave this room to get breakfast. I'll get it when I pick you up."  Casey pouted, causing Matisse to laugh. How someone could be so cute one minute then sexy as hell the next remained a mystery to him. He was just happy that she still wanted him and that she was satisfied from last night. "I'll be back soon pretty lady. Promise!"  Matisse pulled his hoodie over his head, gave Casey a peck on the lips, and left to get ready for their first date.

Casey POV:

Casey collapsed on the bed, still wearing Matisse's shirt. Last night exceeded her expectations and she couldn't wait for their breakfast date. Casey hopped in the shower again to freshen up. She had a pretty chill day today and she didn't need to be at the Hawks arena until five that evening. She decided to explore the city a little after her date. She knew Matisse had shoot around and game day prep, so she would be on her own. As she got ready, she got a call from Chris. 

"Sup Sis! How's Atlanta?" "Not bad actually. It's hot as hell out here though. I'm glad you called me though. I've been meaning to talk to you about something. Well...a guy actually." Casey could see her brothers smirk on the other side of the phone. She never came to him about guys, ever. Chris knew his sister played hard to get and closed herself off emotionally, especially after Jaire. She took that breakup hard so he was very curious as to who this mystery guys could be. "Let me find out you bagged yourself another athlete even though you swore you wouldn't again." "How the hell did you..." "Case, seriously? All I heard growing up was guys talk about how fine you were, how they would do anything to get you. Shit, all my guy friends would have tried it if they weren't my friends. I played basketball for a minute remember? I know what those guys like. Now tell me, whose the guy? He's gotta be something special if your giving him a chance."  Casey took in a deep breath. It wasn't that she couldn't trust Chris, they had secrets about their childhood they'd take to the grave. She knew that admitting how she felt out loud would make things real and she wasn't sure if she was ready. Here goes nothing. "Matisse Thybulle" "Oh word!?!?  I can see that. He's more your type than Jaire was to be honest. I'll skip the BS and get straight to the point cause I know you. What are you scared of Case?" Dammit Chris! Her brother knew her to well and it was so annoying sometimes. "Honestly, I don't want to get hurt again. I really like him. Like REALLY like him. And i'm scared that if I give him my heart like last time..." "SeSe, listen to me okay. Jaire fucked up. Bad. But you can't allow what happened with him to influence your relationship with Matisse. Give him a chance Case. From the interviews i've seen of him, he seems like a good guy. He might be different. Has he been a gentleman, treated you right? Give it a chance." Casey sighed because her brother was (as usual) right. Matisse has been so sweet and kind. Even when they had sex, he treated her with respect. Give him a chance Case. "You're right. He is really sweet and I have enjoyed being with him." "And dad keeps asking about more grandkids. Robyn and I are done, Latisha won't have be having anymore, so you gotta step up to the plate kid." "SERIOUSLY!?!? " "Case, I'm playing. But give the brotha a chance. Plus, you'd be dad's favorite kid if you brought him home. All he talked about the other night was that crazy ass game winning three he made." "HaHa! Okay, okay. I'll give it a chance. We've got a breakfast date today and I need to finish getting ready." "Well excuse me then. Don't have too much fun now! Love you sis!" "Love you too knucklehead."  Casey hung up the phone and finished getting ready. Matisse was going to be here any minute.