putty in your hands

Chapter V

"What do you mean you didn't give him your number?", Sarah asks sharply.
"Well.." I hesitate, "he didn't ask me to."
They both look at me with confusion on their faces and I hurriedly speak before they attack me. "I mean let's be real, he is famous, we've spent one fantastic night together, he'll now move on to another girl."
"Okay, that sounded like you have issues.", Alex responds jokingly.
"You can't just assume things like that, Ella.", Sarah added.
"Fine, but he would've asked for my number if he was planning on seeing me again.", I try to defend myself.
"Well, if we're going to look at it like that, you could've asked him to give you his number as well.", Sarah says before gulping her beer.
"Whatever, I'm completely content with the situation as it is. I don't plan on seeking his attention and being desperate, so I think we should close this topic."
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A week passed since that night, Sarah and Alex respected my choice except when they wanted to make jokes about the whole "you had sex with someone famous" thing.
So, a whole week passed, and nothing.
I don't know why I had a glimmer of hope that Matt would think of a way to reach me. He could find me on instagram through his friends from that night, he could message me there.
He could, he would if he wanted to.
But I get it, it was just a one night stand, I'm not sad, or mad, or anything.
It is a little bit hard not to think constantly about every single thing he did to my body that night, or about his beautiful green eyes, his soft lips, or about those cute little dimples he has. Those are adorable.
The way he was extraordinarily beautiful that morning as the sun shined upon his skin.
Well, I'll need time to get all those images from my head.
Apart from constantly thinking about him, it was a pretty slow week. At least I don't have to work in that boring gallery anymore.
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A few more days passed by, I'm in a coffee shop waiting for Sarah to join me. She comes after about 10 minutes and sits at the table, panting. She takes my water and gulps it down, then takes a deep breath.
"You won't believe what happened today.", she says when she regained composure.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Oh, I'm fine. I just walked really fast because I couldn't wait to tell you."
A waiter approaches our table and takes her order before leaving us.
"So..", she starts "I have good news, and bad news."
I roll my eyes "Great. Is bad news really bad?"
"You decide. I saw Steven on the way to the gallery this morning."
Ughhh. Steven is my ex. We dated for 3 years.
"Wow, did I really need that information?"
"He asked about you."
Splendid.
"Well fuck him. I don't want to know."
It took me long enough to get over that poor excuse for a man. I don't want to spend another second of my life on him.
Sarah just looks at me.
"And the good news?", I ask as I stir my coffee, looking at the mug.
"Oh, right... Matt came over to the gallery today."
I immediately raise my eyes "Continue."
Waiter chose the worst time to bring Sarah's order and it takes him fucking ages to put it on the table and leave us.
We thank him as he goes away, and Sarah continues talking "He thought you'd be there. I told him you stepped in for a few days instead of me, and that you don't really work there. Then he asked me for your number, and I gave it to him."
I wasn't aware of a smile that had spread on my face while she was talking until she finished.
"And??", she asks. "Did he call you, or you know, do you have any new messages?"
"He did not." I check my phone. "And no new messages either."
"That's strange." Sarah says and I just shrug. "Alex and I are going out with Matt's friends tonight. Wanna come?", she asks.
"I don't really feel like it." I take a sip of my cappuccino.
"Maybe Matt will be there too.", she takes a bite of a muffin.
"I'm aware. That's one of the reasons I don't want to go. I don't want it to look like I'm chasing him. ", I explain.
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When I get home I spend all afternoon working on project, and I decide it's enough for today when I'm completely exhausted. I make myself dinner and put on a random TV show to keep me company as I eat, then I take a shower and get ready for bed.
I'm trying to fall asleep when I hear my phone buzzing. I look at the screen, it's 11:39 pm. Phone is still buzzing, unknown number calling.
There's that pit in my stomach again.
I answer "Hello?"
I hear Matt's voice on the other side. "Eleanor, darling... It's Matt."
"I know.", I try not to sound too excited, which I am, of course.
"You do?"
"Yeah, I recognized your voice."
"That's good to hear. Did I wake you up?"
I roll on my back. "No, I can't fall asleep."
"Not tired?", he asks.
"Actually I am pretty tired, but I'm struggling to fall asleep."
"Do you want me to hang up?"
"No, please" I plead "I like the sound of your voice."
He chuckles.
"Why aren't you sleeping?", I question him.
"I just got to the hotel. I worked til now."
"Hey.." I say
"Hm?"
"Would you come over?"
"Now?"
"Yeah... we can sleep together."
He chuckles again. "I don't know, what if you seduce and use me. It would be fatal for my reputation.", he mocks.
"Don't worry, Sir. You're safe with me."
He takes a breath. "Sir, huh?"
I giggle. "Should I send you the location?"
"Please do. See you soon."
"See ya.", I hang up.
I send him the location, then hurry to the toilet to wash my teeth again, just in case. I splash my face with cold water to get a hold of myself, then return to bed.
After half an hour I hear the doorbell. When I open up he smiles widely at me, instantly pulling me into a kiss, caressing my cheek.
He gets inside and hands me a bottle of white wine, as he looks around, taking in the place.
"Cozy.", he comments "I like it."
I thank him for the wine. "But we won't drink it tonight, you're here for a sleepover, Sir."
He smiles as he walks to me and puts his arms around my waist, holding me. "Ah, that word again.", he kisses me. "Who doesn't drink at a sleepover?"
"This is a new, improved kind of a sleepover." I rub my nose with his, absorbing his scent. "Did you bring a pajama?"
"I knew I forgot something." he kisses my cheek.
"I'd give you one of mine's but I'm afraid it won't fit."
"You're very generous.", he brushes his lips against mine before kissing me slowly. I put my hands on his face pulling him closer and he moans into the kiss.
I pull away and take him by the hand, leading him into the bedroom.
"Do you need anything?" I ask him
"No, thanks. I just want to go to bed."
"Hmm", I raise my eyebrow at him. "No funny business tonight." I poke his chest. I turn off the light, then get in the bed and under the covers.
"Hey!", he protests but after a few moments I feel shifting on the mattress as he gets in the bed beside me, spooning me.
He moves hair from my neck and leaves soft kisses there.
"I love your lips." I whisper.
He smiles against my neck and continues pecking my skin, his hand moving over my body and under pajama, caressing my stomach.
"Matt..."
He puts his hand on my hip and pushes me into his crotch. I can feel his growing bulge against my ass.
My breath hitches as my wetness spreads, I'm growing more desperate for his touch.
"I know." he responds and fixes my pajama top "Goodnight, kitten."
I take his hand that's on my stomach and bring it up to my lips, kissing it. "Goodnight."