Blue Moon

30-You Too?*

After my meeting I head to River's apartment. 

When I get there he opens the door, wearing nothing but sweatpants. 

Oh wow. 

I saw him half shirtless earlier but fully shirtless?

I didn't know men like him existed in real life. 

His muscles are defined but they aren't those gross huge bulgy ones body builders have. 

His tanned skins has droplets of water on it and I raise my gaze to see his hair is wet as well. 

He must of just stepped out of the shower. 

When I meet his eyes he's already got a knowing smirk on his face. 

So like maybe I was checking my boyfriend out, sue me. 

He looks mighty fine if you ask me. 

I want to run my tongue along his abs

Wait what?

"Do you plan on coming in?" He asks and I nod slowly. I am sure my jaw is hanging on the ground right now. 

He opens the door wider and I step into his apartment. 

"Did you want anything to eat?" He asks and I shake my head. 

"Dez and I got food." I say and I hear him shut his door. 

I turn to him, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. 

My heart thumps erratically in my chest as I say, "I was thinking we could start where we left off this morning."

He makes a deep throaty noise and in an instant his lips are on mine. 

His hands cup my butt before squeezing. 

Woah. 

He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. 

Slowly he carries me into his room and lays me down on the bed. 

Butterflies erupt in new places as he comes to hover over me. 

He captures my lips again in a deep kiss. 

I feel his hands skim my exposed skin on my stomach where my shirt had risen up. 

"So soft." He mutters against my lips. 

His hands trail up and I sit up slightly so he can remove my shirt. 

I've never been this exposed in front of a mans gaze before. 

His face dove into my neck and my my hands found his hair. 

As his body began to rub against mine the nerves started to stir again. 

The fear of not being good enough for him. What if I suck at it? I mean how do people know how to move their body?

He pulls away clearly sensing my nerves. 

"You ok?" He asks and I nod, "Just nervous." I say honestly. 

He laughs but it's not the kind that says he's laughing at me. 

"I'm nervous too." He said and my brows furrow, "How come?" I ask. 

Was he nervous because I was nervous?

He looks down almost timidly before shaking his head. 

I run my fingers through his hair, and pull his head up to look at me.