So. . . my husband and I are actually dating.
Officially.
It is a bit past seven thirty and I was smiling. So early in the freaking morning. What is this joy? Does this mean that all morning people are also in a relationship with their crush? Because I totally understand. Especially, knowing that he was going to pick me up anytime from now.
Winter has become a thing of the past and everyone was wearing lesser layers. Springtime is a fun time and soon it would be summer and it'd be too hot and Wren would have to go shirtless. Yes, it is something that I dream about.
Actually, the last time I saw Wren was two days ago but we have been texting and he has been sending silly pictures that make me want to coo and kind of want to lick my phone screen. He had also been sending me voice notes of himself talking and laughing, so I could practice and know his voice. And they were all wallpaper materials. What an awesome life I am living. My own business, my own hunk of a man and I was happy. What more could I ask for?
For work, I decided to wear a white button up shirt and a navy blue sweater on it, darker blue pants and a black ankle boot. I didn't bother styling my hair and instead left it in my fringe, making sure I had on my hearing aid. I grabbed my phone and wallet as well. I was grabbing one bottle of water from my fridge when the lights flash and I instantly turn to the door.
I was so giddy, floating towards the door, looking through the peephole before unlocking the door and pulling it open. Wren was standing there holding a bouquet of camellia flowers and he was smiling. His hair looked soft, but was styled off his face. Black pants, boots and oh my. He was also wearing a navy sweater.
We were matching.
We were that couple.
"Oh my god, did you see us wearing navy in your dream and decided to wear it too?" I asked, fingers moving before I could even think about what I was saying. Thanks to the hearing aid, I could see and hear Wren laugh. It was such a happy sound. Like it came from his belly.
"No, I did not have that dream but it is nice to know you're dreaming about me." he said. He slid one arm slipping around my waist, pulling me closer before pressing his lips to mine. I dropped the bottle of water I was holding, instantly wrapping my arms around his neck, fingers pushing into his hair as I kissed him back.
He walks us backwards and I pull back, just in time to see the door being shut. Wren was staring at me, his eyes were darker. I slid my hand down to his chest and I could feel how fast his heart was beating. He licks his lips and finally looks away from me. He dropped the flower on the table beside the door, where I kept keys and then he was back to me.
I could feel myself panting. My fingers tingle from where they were buried in his hair and my lips also tingled from that kiss that we shared. It was hotter and needier than anything we ever shared. We had been taking it slow but slow just went out the fucking window now!
I could hear him. I could feel him.
I licked my lips and looked right at him, his gaze dropping. He reached up and pressed his thumb to my lip, gently pulling.
"Bailey. . ."
Against the backdrop of my quiet apartment, I could hear his voice loud and clear. "Yeah?
"If you don't want to go any further, stop me now." Wren said, his thumb moving away from my lip. Instead he cups my face with those big warm hands of his and how could I tell him to stop? I didn't want him to.
"Don't stop."
Immediately I said those words, Wren was pressed right against me, his lips meeting mine. His lips were soft and sweet, like cherries. He felt and tasted really good. I could feel the tickle of his breath and the fluttery feeling in my tummy intensified, my heart pounding in my chest. This definitely was not a dream. Nor was it a fantasy. It was real life. I let out a gasp when I feel his tongue at the seam of my lips, parting them and allowing him in. My knees were going weak, heat rising to my chest, to my cheeks. My entire body tingled, I could still feel him pressed against me, still feel his warmth. He pulled me in, kissing me over and over again, taking and taking.
