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Part 16

I didn't think I'd run into Billie so late in the afternoon at the café, but I'm glad I did. I couldn't keep myself from smiling as I looked at the large stain she'd caused on my t-shirt. For some reason, it made me wonder if it was fate. The first time it happened, we were supposed to meet, the second time, to reunite.

I hadn't seen her in a month, but I'd barely seen anyone since I and Alva broken up. I was in a heartache phase and needed time to heal, as the breakup had torn me apart. I didn't shower, didn't eat, changed the channel on the TV if I saw someone holding hands, kissing, or hugging. I don't think I even shaved my beard the first two weeks, I just wanted to process it all. I wasn't healed yet, but I felt better and had at least started to walk outside the door.

I had heard from mutual friends that Alva was dating Viktor now. What can I say, may they be happy together, they deserve each other. I had confronted Viktor a week after the breakup, when the worst of the storm was over, and I was able to talk without breaking his face. He admitted it was a mistake and excused himself with the fact that he was drunk the night it happened. Well, whatever, people never cease to amaze me.

"Can you hold my coffee?" asked Billie as we stood outside the door, and I grabbed her coffee. She unlocked the door, and I followed her into a smaller apartment. "So, this is where you live," I said, looking around. "Yes, but it's only temporary. I rent the apartment furnished, so it's not my stuff. "

I went and sat down on the couch and set the coffee on the small table. Billie came and sat down on the couch and pulled her legs up. She was nervous, I could see it in her body language. "Oh right, do you want a clean T-shirt?" she asked, looking at the stain. "Nah, don't worry about it."

We shared a short laugh, and I watched as she studied my face. "How are you feeling?" she asked thoughtfully and I'm guessing Alva already told her. "Good, I had a few tough weeks after the breakup but I'm good now or maybe I should say better," I said, watching her nod lightly at me.

I tried to keep my gaze on her eyes, but I happened to look at her mouth. I still remember the steamy kisses between us from that night and I've thought back on it many times.

"Yeah, Alva told me you guys broke up. Sorry to hear that," she said, lowering her gaze. I knew it, but I didn't want to sit here and talk about me and Alva, I wanted to talk and get to know more about her. "What are you doing tomorrow?" I asked, hoping she hadn't anything planned.

"I'm free tomorrow. Why do you ask?" Her voice suddenly became shaky, and I watched as she began to bite her lower lip.

'Give me that lip and I'll bite it for you.'

"Good, I'll pick you up at 10:00 A.M.," I said, putting my arm on the backrest behind her. "Oh really?" she smiled playfully at me. "Really."

"Are you going to kidnap me?" she said teasingly. "If you don't come with me voluntarily, then yes, I'll kidnap you," I said, watching her leave the couch and walk towards the small kitchen. "We'll see about that," she said cockily, looking in the cabinet. "Wine?" she asked, looking towards me.

I see where this can lead during the evening and truthfully, I haven't had sex since I broke up with Alva. "Sure."

She came back to the couch with a bottle of red wine, which had the effect of making women spread their legs more easily. She handed me a glass and we sat in silence, sipping it for a moment.

God, I wanted to kiss her like that night and taste every inch of her, watch her enjoy as our two bodies rub against each other.

After talking for a few hours, I got up off the couch and headed towards the hall with Billie right behind me. She was tired, I saw her yawn a few times during the evening and didn't want to keep her awake if she wanted to sleep.

"Thanks for tonight. I had a great time," I said, looking at her.

'Kiss her you idiot.'

"Me too. I like spending time with you," she said and smiled at me shyly.

'What the fuck are you waiting for? Kiss her!'

"Can I kiss you goodnight?" It must have been the wine that gave me the courage to ask, I would never have dared to ask sober.

"Is that also something Swedes do?" she asked teasingly, but I could tell she was nervous and that's probably why she asked a counterquestion.

I chuckled and positioned myself in front of her. I saw her eyes fall on my lips as I moistened them before I kissed her. I noticed how her body wanted me and I took a new hold of her lips while pushing my body against hers and cupped her face with my hands.

My cock grew hard in just a few seconds, and she filled my veins with desire from just a kiss. I pulled away from her and took off my T-shirt. Her eyes widened and her hands began caressing my chest hair for a moment before she slowly pulled off her sweater.

I watched as she opened her bra and let it fall to the floor and her eyes watched my reaction. I looked at her small stiff nipples and took a step closer to her. Slowly I embraced a breast and took the nipple in my mouth. Her heavy exhale revealed that she was enjoying it and I tasted the other breast.

She put her arms over my shoulders and stroked my neck softly with her fingers while gasping sounds left her mouth. Slowly I worked my way up to her lips and kissed them tenderly, before lifting her in my arms to take her to the bed.