What I Thought Was Love

Chapter Two

“Rosemarie?” I heard a knock at the door “Are you alright?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry I’ll be out in a minute!” I answered. I made final adjustments to my makeup and did the best I could with my hair, but that was essentially hopeless. I walked out of the bathroom and headed back to the bedroom. Niall’s bedroom was massive, aside from the beautiful view he had a fireplace and a couple chairs in his room also. I walked over to the fireplace where Niall was sitting in one of the chairs sipping his tea and sat in the opposite seat. I tried to sit ladylike, but that’s no easy task when you don’t have pants on. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” he said sensing I was uncomfortable.

“You wouldn’t happen to have an extra pair of pants would you,” I laughed.

“Oh! Yeah, sure,” he said reciprocating the laugh as he stood up and grabbed an extra pair of sweat pants. I couldn’t help but notice his toned, bare back as he bent down over the drawer to pick out a pair of pants. He had to be at least thirty-two now, but age is only treating him well. He turned around and I stared in awe at his subtle abs, he noticed me staring and laughed.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer,” he said tossing the pair of pants in my lap, forgetting the lukewarm tea I had in my hands. I leapt from the chair and yelped as the tea spilt on my lap. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks from the embarrassment. “Shit!” Niall yelled as he rushed over to me, “I’m so sorry I forgo-“

“It’s okay don’t worry,” I reassured him. Niall stood there frozen, it was apparent that he had no idea what to do.

“At least I didn’t put the pants on yet!” I said trying to ease the tension that had been in the room since we had woken up. Niall’s tense face eased with my joke.

“Uh, here,” he took the pants from my hands and used them to wipe the tea off my legs. I felt his cool fingertips on the back of my thigh as he glided the fabric over my legs. His touch moved up to the bottom of my back and he slightly lifted up my shirt and wiped the bottom of my stomach. His touch gave me butterflies, I wanted his hand to remain on my body, but soon enough he cleaned off the tea and let go of me.  He began to turn around to put the pants in the laundry basket, when this rush came over me. I grabbed him arm and when he turned around I grabbed behind his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

  I suddenly felt really embarrassed about my forwardness and let him go. As our faces reluctantly pulled apart, a smile spread across his face. “Well, maybe I should spill tea on you more often,” he winked and proceeded to throw the pants in the basket. I laughed at his sarcastic remark and watched his muscular body walk away from me.

 I felt the tension in the room die down as Niall started to hold a conversation with me. He walked back over to his chair and before I sat in my seat he pulled me onto his lap and held me close. “Last night was amazing,” he whispered in my ear. I felt myself blushing again. His breath on my neck brought back the detailed memories of last night’s events.

“Not too shabby,” I answered him.

“Oh, you’ve had better?” He replied sarcastically.

“Well…” My voice trailed off in my lame attempt to flirt. And before he had time to respond I said “I should probably shower, do you mind?” I could tell he would have enjoyed a little bit more flirting but what can I say, I’m a tease.

“Go ahead, babe, you know where the bathroom is.” He said and as I stood up he smacked my butt. I laughed and without even glancing back I continued to the bathroom.