Regularities ✔

Chapter Four Pt.1

CHAPTER FOUR PART ONE: ANYTHING

I think that what the Buddha may have been trying to tell us is that we have it all, each of us, all the time; therefore, desire is simply unnecessary
-Tom Robbins

When I got home I realized how much I was tried and overwhelmed by being away from it for just a day. Adonis's house doesn't have nearly the same structure as mine, it doesn't have the same warm feeling.

The moment I step through the entryway, Jasper stumbling clumsily behind me, I kick off my dress shoes, throw my jacket onto the back of our coach, untuck my shirt from my pants and roll my sleeves up before stopping into the kitchen for a drink of water.

I feel normal now like this, and the desensitization of the difference of being home, smelling like Jasper and citrus, and fresh air, it helps.

Putting my arms tense against the top of the counter, feeling all my muscles coil tight before I let myself relax makes me give out a satisfactory sigh. "I'm good now." I mumble.

"You were quite... tense before, Star." Jasper notes, coming up behind me to snuggle against my back, fingers wrapping into the hem of my pants to pull me backwards. "I almost forgot you weren't a fan of crowds."

"Probably because your family routinely takes up enough space to fill an entire football stadium." I mumble. "It's not m'fault that-"

Realizing how flustered I've become with him pressing against me, I cut myself off with a growl as he moves his head from resting on mine to press a kiss against the back of my neck. 

"That what?" Asking this all too smugly, my boyfriend tightens his hold on my hem and pushes my hips against his. "If you needed too, we could have gone somewhere quieter sooner."

"And do this? Which clearly you've been thinking about," Saying this, I turn and reach up to grab his jaw, smirking. "I can tell, you have that look."

His own half-smirk dies out in exchange for wide-eyed anticipation. "Oh."

A look I've had to tell him he gets, every time he wants to kiss me- -or more- -that he previously didn't know he had. It's close to 'bedroom-eyes' and had to make sure he didn't make them around others anymore.

He's lovably oblivious, and probably will be until the day he dies.

So I say "Yeah, oh." in a sarcastic way and move my thumb up to press down on his bottom lip, leaning up into him. "May I?"

"Yes." Jasper breathes out, leaning down to meet me halfway in a rather rushed kiss. Pulling me closer, the way his lips slide against mine have me quickly losing all previous sanity.

I'm tempted to tell him to take it slow, but that's before his palms are pressing into my hips and he lets out a small gasp of air, and doesn't mind when I pull away to let him breathe before biting the edge of his jaw in a tic.

"Hmm, you should bite me on purpose next time." The musician suggestions breathily.

Yeah, I'm definitely not slowing down.

"Once you get your audio production degree, and all, is the Astoria Empire business thing going to be your full time job? Or are you going to do like, half time at each with your music therapy?" I run my fingers absentmindedly though my boyfriend's black curls, pressing closer to his warm chest.