Stuck with you (BWWM)

Chapter 18

After our confession and that sweet, heart-stirring kiss, Ben and I found ourselves still in the dressing room, our fingers intertwined like a promise between us. Time seemed to pause, allowing us to savor the incredible depth of our emotions. The air was heavy with unspoken words and the potential of a beautiful future.

With our heartbeats gradually returning to a calm rhythm, a soft smile tugged at my lips. It was a smile that held contentment and joy, knowing that the walls we had built around our feelings had finally crumbled. I gently squeezed Ben's hand, feeling a sense of playfulness and earnestness intertwine within me.

"Well," I began, my voice a mixture of sincerity and lightheartedness, "I think we've got a lot of lost time to make up for."

A chuckle escaped from Ben's lips, his eyes locked onto mine. "Yeah, I'd say we do."

As I took a step closer, the distance between us seemed to vanish. My heart raced as I met his gaze, my eyes reflecting the newfound happiness I felt within. "You know, we've spent far too long denying what's been right in front of us."

Ben's smile grew wider, and he reached up to brush a strand of hair away from my face. "You're absolutely right. I'm done wasting time."

With a tenderness that spoke volumes, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. In that moment, I felt a rush of warmth and affection flood my senses, and I closed my eyes, cherishing the simple yet profound gesture.

We went to my house my parents were gone we went to my room I closed the door I look at him
'Hi'. I said better close
' hi' he says pulls me to kiss me his hands on my waist He kissed my neck he took his jacket off

' I told you I don't want to waste no time'. He says with a smirk we continued making out he took his shirt off we lates on the bed

He's on top of me looking at me with those eyes I missed the most damn those beautiful eyes I could tell he was hesitating at first I kissed him
' I want you all of you' I said

He went under there and well you know what happens next

The next morning, as I slowly opened my eyes, I found myself in a world that felt new and wonderfully different. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. And there, beside me, was Ben, his features softened by the gentle embrace of slumber. It was a sight that made my heart skip a beat, a sight that carried the weight of the beautiful confession we had shared just hours ago.

A contented smile curled on my lips as I watched him, the rise and fall of his chest a comforting rhythm. And then, as if sensing my gaze, he stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice still laced with sleep.

"Hey," I replied, my own voice equally hushed and filled with a mixture of emotions.

We exchanged a small yet meaningful smile, the unspoken understanding between us carrying more weight than words ever could. It was a moment of serenity, of being fully present with each other.

"Good morning," he finally said, his voice growing a bit more alert.

"Good morning," I echoed, feeling a warmth spread through me at his simple greeting.

As we lay there, our eyes locked, I couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful connection we had forged. There was a sense of vulnerability, of raw honesty, that now bound us together. And it was in this very moment, with the morning sunlight gently illuminating the contours of his face, that I realized how grateful I was for the journey that had led us to this point.

With a sense of quiet certainty, I reached out and intertwined my fingers with his, our hands fitting together as if they were always meant to be that way. Our fingers brushed gently, a tactile reminder of the love and trust we were building between us.

"Last night..." I began, my words soft but filled with a profound sincerity, "was more than I could have ever imagined."

Ben's gaze held a mixture of tenderness and understanding, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of my hand. "Yeah, it was pretty incredible."

I felt a rush of warmth and affection, a sense of unity that came from knowing we were on the same page. There was a shared excitement about the future, about navigating this uncharted territory together.

" you're very handsome you know that? " I said softly, my heart overflowing with gratitude.

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled away. " do you know that you very beautiful "

As the morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm and gentle glow across the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment that enveloped us. Ben and I were still nestled in the comfort of the bed, wrapped up in each other's presence. His fascination with me was evident in the way his eyes traced the contours of my face, his gaze lingering on every feature as if he were trying to commit them to memory.

I shifted slightly, letting out a soft chuckle as I caught him stealing yet another glance. "You know, if you keep staring at me like that, you're going to start a staring contest," I teased, a playful glint in my eye.

He grinned, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "And who said I'm not up for a challenge?"

I laughed, the sound filling the room with a lightness that seemed to match the morning. It was incredible how natural and easy everything felt with him, as if we had been living in this moment all along.

Before I knew it, he was pulling me closer, his arms wrapping around me in a warm embrace. I nestled into his chest, the rhythmic beating of his heart a soothing melody that lulled me into a sense of serenity.

"Sleeping in was a great idea," he mused, his chin resting on top of my head.

I nodded in agreement, my fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. "Definitely. No alarms, no rush. Just us and this moment."

We lay there in a comfortable silence, the world outside our cocoon seemingly fading away. The sensation of his arms around me, the steady rise and fall of his chest, all created a sense of security that was unlike anything I had experienced before.

"You know," he began, his voice soft and contemplative, "I could get used to this."

"Used to what?" I asked, looking up at him with a curious smile.

His gaze met mine, his eyes filled with a mixture of playfulness and sincerity. "Waking up next to you. Starting the day with you by my side."

My heart skipped a beat at his words, the tenderness in his voice sending warmth surging through me. "I could definitely get used to that too."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my forehead in a gentle kiss. "Good."

And then, as if guided by an unspoken understanding, we shifted closer, our bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. The warmth of his embrace, the way our legs tangled, it all felt right. As we settled into a comfortable position, I couldn't help but sigh in contentment.

"We should do this more often," I murmured, my voice a mere whisper.

"Agreed," he replied, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on my back.

As we lay there, wrapped up in each other's arms, the world beyond our little cocoon seemed to fade into the background. In this moment, it was just Ben and me, connected by a bond that was growing stronger with each passing heartbeat.

And as sleep began to tug at the edges of my consciousness, I let go of any worries or uncertainties, embracing the warmth of his presence and the promise of a new day together.