Chapter 6 - Cara Taylor

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I would've really cried if he didn't reply to that last teasing text I sent. Thankfully, he did reply. I can't help the grin stuck on my face; from the moment I saw his first message up to the last one. I was giddy as I sit on my bed. I was glad that he replies almost instantly. Noticing the time, he must be ready for bed as well.

These past few months, I couldn't bring myself to message him. I was afraid he wouldn't reply. I held myself back. I wanted to hold onto a hope and I don't want that hope to be dashed. That's why I didn't message him. I sighed, relieved. I couldn't wait to meet him again.

The next few days went by in a flash. Should I meet him on my birthday? I pursed my lips. I had to visit my parents and celebrate with them. It's one of the few occasions I go back to the house. Would he want to meet during the weekend?

"Will you be available on Saturday night?" I hit reply on our previous thread and sent it.

"Sure. I'll reserve the place. Will send you the details." It's nice of him to worry about the details, but... I suddenly felt like a real booty call. I go where he tells me to go. I shake myself off. I decided the date and time, that should count for a mutual meeting. What should I wear? I stopped short while browsing my wardrobe. He wouldn't take me to dinner, that's for sure. Given his insistence on privacy, we would definitely not be seen outside. I narrowed my eyes on a dress. Well, I'm wearing it for myself and for him, not for anyone else. I grinned.

Saturday came and I met him on a hotel's lobby. Different than last time. I was surprised to learn he reserved a suite this time. There's a balcony with the city view.

I felt him behind me as I stood by the balcony's door. He wrapped me on his arms and nuzzled my neck. His breath tickles me.

"Have I told you howbeautiful you look tonight?" He whispered seductively in my ear. I almostmoaned at the feel of his lips against my skin. I whimpered as he trailedkisses on my nape. He did tell me I was beautiful; this is the fourth time. Onewhen we met at the lobby, another as we walked towards the elevator, anotherwhen the elevator took us to our floor and right this moment. I missed him likethis. He could burn me up with just a few sentences. He definitely burns mewith his touch and lips. I turned around to face him, taking in his visual. Helooked good. Good enough to eat. I grinned in my mind. I tiptoed to reach hislips. I missed his hair, too. The way I could grip them tightly as the pleasurehits. I wasn't conscious enough to know whose moan is which. I was alreadydelirious with need. 

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