Shark Strike Survivor

Chapter 19

"Hey, come on in," I say, stepping back to let Chandler inside the apartment, and closing the door behind him, I follow him into the living room, and take him on a tour of the apartment.

By the end of the tour, we end back in the living room where we settle on the couch, cuddled together under a black and gray plaid throw blanket, and I ask him; "So, what do you think?"

"You have a beautiful place, love," he answers, giving my side a gentle squeeze before kissing my temple lightly.

"Thank you," I murmur with a content smile, and sigh as I snuggle deeper into his side as I settle my face into his neck where I give him a light kiss. "I have missed you, but I am glad you are here now. It has been a rough week between school and work."

"My poor baby," he coos, and I can hear the frown in his voice. "How about we have a quiet night in tonight? Order something for delivery, and watch something while we cuddle together?"

"That sounds amazing," I moan into his neck as I move slightly into his hold. "You are the best, my love."

Gavin chuckles lightly as he gives me another gentle squeeze, and kisses the top of my head where he mumbles; "Thanks, I try, but so are you, babe."

"What are you thinking of order for dinner?" I softly ask with another soft sigh.

"Um, how about either Japanese or Korean?" he replies, and I quickly pull my face from my favorite spot with an excited expression.

"Can we order from both?" I excitedly ask.

He grins at me with a nod of his head; "Of course we can. You pull up a Korean restaurant that will deliver here, and I will pull up a Japanese restaurant, and then we can decide what we want to order."

"Perfect!" I eagerly reply, leaning forward to grab my phone off the coffee table as Gavin pulls his phone from his front right pocket of his dark blue jeans, and we each pull up our restaurants.

Less than ten minutes later, we have compiled our orders, paid for our orders. Gavin and I each paid for the food from the restaurant we had pulled up on our phones, and now we have thirty minutes to wait for our delivery.

"Okay, now that our food is on the way, shall we decide what to watch before or after changing into comfy clothes?" I question with more excitement and energy than earlier.

"After we change," Gavin grins as he stands from the couch, and offers his hands to help me off the couch, too.

Wandering over to my bedroom where we change into our comfy clothes of sweatpants and long sleeve shirts. I am wearing all white while Gavin is wearing all black. Yes, he has some clothes here at my place stored in a drawer of the dresser and in the closet, and the same at his place with my clothes. Settling back on the couch under the blanket with Chandler, we sort through the available streaming options until we decide on starting 'Stranger Things' together.

"Shall we start the first episode before the food arrives, or wait until after the food arrives?" I ask, settling into his side, under his arm with a content sigh.

"Why don't we wait since the food will be here very soon," he answers, and I hum in agreement.

We sit in comfortable silence, enjoying the quiet, and each others company without the need to speak. When the food arrives, I get up to grab the food when it arrives, and thankfully both orders. I am not surprised when Chandler follows right behind me to help carry the food and drinks into the living room after I tip the two delivery people. As we settle back on the couch, Chandler presses play on the remote to start the first episode.

"How was your dinner?" I ask as the first episode ends, and we finish our food, and I stand to take care of the empty containers and forks into the kitchen.

"The food was great as was the episode, but the company is excellent," he replies with a grin and a wink, and I cannot help the instant full body blush at his compliment.

"Thank you, and I feel the same way about all of what you just said," I murmur, giving him a shy smile as I walk over to him, and wrap my arms around his neck.

He wraps his arms around my waist, resting his palms on my ass as we kiss each other softly for a moment before it becomes heated.

"Let's go back to the living room," he whispers against my lips, and I hum in agreement.

After Chandler is settled on the end of the couch with his back against the arms, and his legs stretched across the cushions, I straddle his hips with my bum resting over his growing erection. Grinding my hips down and over his erection while biting down on my lower lip with my palms flattened against his pecks as he hold my hips tightly while gently thrusting his hips up with lust filled expression.

An hour later, we are cleaned up from our two rounds of love making, and redressed we are lying on the couch together with Chandler on his back, and I am lying chest to chest with him. My face is toward the television as is Chandler's. He presses play on the second episode of 'Stranger Things,' and I end up falling asleep halfway through, and this is the best, nightmare sleep I have had in a very long time. I could definitely get used to sleeping in Chandler's arms every night of my life. Not just because of being nightmare free, but because I loved feeling warm, loved, and protected in his arms. I hope I make him feel loved, protected, and warm with me, too.