Challenging Mattis to see who can abstain from sex the longest was a really stupid idea.
He's easily the most competitive person I know. Truly, I should have known how this would end. Me, horny off my ass, simpering like a fool, and him, graciously accepting his win.
Well, at least that's where it's going at the moment. I hope I find a shred of dignity before the night ends; otherwise, I'll inflate his already too-big ego.
But really, what's a girl to do when the man she loves shows up on her doorstep with her favorite flowers, dressed in a deliciously fitted, dark button-down, and whisking her away to a poetry slam of all things?
I'm only so strong.
We're back in his car now, driving to a second location, and he's being secretive again. I thought the surprises were done for the evening, but it seems to be a whole night thing.
Our intertwined hands rest on the gearshifts, and as we wait at a red light, he lifts them to press a kiss to the back of my hand.
I'm facing him in the seat, watching him as he drives. He's gorgeous. His dark blond hair is as unruly as ever, reporting how often he must have run his fingers through it today. His jaw is dusted with a five o'clock shadow, and I want to sink my teeth into his throat.
He's undone the first couple of buttons on the shirt, and how those slacks drape over his thick thighs is gnawing away at my self-control.
Would it be inappropriate to give him a handy at a traffic light?
Before I can go for it, Mattis parks the car, and when I look up, my heart freaking melts.
He brought me to the diner.
Oh lord, is he getting laid tonight.
We haven't been back here in a while, and all I can imagine, as we walk to the door hand in hand, is that first night he took me here. It's been less than six months, but god, were we young. I squeeze his hand tighter, thankful we've made it this far.
We order. Chicken salsa burger for me and bacon cheese for him. As we eat, I run my foot up and down his shin. As soon as we sat down, I slid out of my heels, and now I'm all but playing footsie with him. If the hungry way he watches me is anything to go by, we might both be close to breaking.
After our plates have been cleared, Mattis fishes out a small package from his coat pocket. He never asked me what I wanted, and I wrongly assumed that the surprise would count as a gift. Now my stomach tightens at the thought that he's spent too much money on me. Mattis doesn't have copious funds to take from like myself.
"What is this, Matt?" I ask softly, looking down at the rectangular shape. It's wrapped in silver paper with a black ribbon around it. It looks store wrapped.
"Why don't you find out?"
When I glance up at him, his smile is lopsided, hinting at none of the nerves I hear in his voice.
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Falling Leaves
RomanceDespite growing up together, Catherine Simmons and Mattis Reed were never close. Cat was inseparable from Mattis' younger sister, Chloé, while he was busy running around on the football field. But when Cat's new dream drags her across the country du...