Whispers of the Heart

Chapter Four

The next morning Abby woke to an empty bed. She sat up in the bed and looked around for Christopher. "Christopher," she called out. She got a little anxious when she did not hear a reply, but then the door to the penthouse opened, and in walked Christopher carrying a silver tray. Behind him, other hotel staff pushed in a silver cart with plates covered by silver lids.

"You can just leave that there," Christopher said to the staff, as he placed the tray he carried on a nearby table. The staff pushed the carts a little further and then left the penthouse. Christopher walked over to the door and locked it. "Hey there beautiful," he said smiling at Abby. He walked over to the bed and sat near her. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good, I thought you had left me," she smiled.

"Leave you? I could never leave you." Christopher ran his fingers through her hair and caressed her face. Abby pressed her head into his hand and smiled. She leaned forward, Christopher closed his eyes and gently pressed his lips to hers. Abby breathed deeply; her eyes closed slowly at the feel of the warmth of his lips. She ran her hand through his hair as their lips parted and their tongues met. Suddenly Abby pulled away and looked down.

"I'm sorry," Christopher said looking at her.

"No, it's ok, it's just..." she swallowed hard, "I have all these feelings swarming inside me and I just don't know what to think right now." Abby looked up at him, her eyes glossy as if she were going to cry. Christopher cupped her cheek and softly ran his thumb back and forth.

"It's ok, we can take our time, and we have all the time in the world." Christopher smiled, then stood up and walked over to the table he set the tray on. "Why don't you get dressed and we can have some yummy breakfast."

Abby smiled, grabbed her robe, and slipped it on. She walked to the bathroom and smiled at Christopher then shut the door. "Fuck," she said as she leaned on the marble sink staring at her reflection. Her nipples were hard, and her sex was hot and moist. "I never thought that this would happen," she paced in the bathroom trying to figure out what to do. A shadow formed and she stared at it, her head tilted to the side, and she smiled, then watched as it disappeared, her body at ease.

"Abby? You, ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine, I'll be out in a second," she replied, then caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and realized what she wanted. "I want him," she said softly to herself. She opened the door and walked over to the table, sitting down to a plate of fruit, eggs, potatoes, and toast. There was a glass of orange juice and milk in front of it. "Oh, my goodness, this all looks so tasty, thank you." Abby picked up her fork and started eating the breakfast that Christopher brought for her.

"I'm glad to make you smile," Christopher said, while he grabbed his plate and took a seat across from her. He started to eat his breakfast but watched Abby. She was so delicate with her fork, so gentle when she put the food into her mouth. He could feel his body respond to her presence, and he tried hard not to let it get him aroused. She noticed his eyes on her, and she blushed but continued to eat.

"What are you staring at," she asked softly.

"You," he said plainly, he could see that her face became rosy, and he smiled. "I never noticed how beautiful you are."

"I am not," she said as she giggled a little, then shoved some fruit in her mouth, while she tried to distract herself from his eyes.

"Don't be coy with me," his hand stretched across the table, and he touched her arm. Goose bumps spread over her arm and across her body. She looked at him, her eyes meeting his. "I know your body gets warm when you're around me, I could feel it last night." She put her fork down.

"You are right," she said simply. "I've loved you for a long time." She could see his eyes sparkle.

"Abby, you don't know how much I thought of you when I was here in Paris. I sometimes would sit in my room, just staring at your picture, you're show playing in the background, and wondering where you were, and what you were doing. Now that you are here, I don't want to let you go." Abby looked at Christopher.

"What are you trying to say?" She asked.

"Abby," he breathed deeply, "I love you too. Not just as two best friends love each other, but also as two lovers love each other." He sighed deeply, taking her hands into his, "When I left, I saw how sad you were and how you loved me. But I didn't realize the deepness of your love, or my love, until I moved to Paris and watched your show, and read your books, noticing you were not in my life." He pulled Abby to her feet and looked deep into her eyes, "now that I am here with you, I want to be with you, forever. I know now what I left behind when I left those many years ago. I don't want to go another day without you." Abby stared at him for a long time, then pulled Christopher close.

Their lips touched and she kissed him deeply, passionately, and lovingly. They stood there as they kissed and then held each other. They had found the love that was always there, just not in reach until this destined moment. After breakfast, they decided to go to the cinema and then had lunch in a cute deli near the hotel. Once they were finished, they decided that they would spend the rest of the day in the penthouse.

They lay on the bed, and held each other, as they listened to each other's soft breaths. Abby could smell his strong masculine scent, it entered her nose and traced through her body, which sent shivers down her spine. Christopher felt her shake and pulled her in closer. The scent of her hair intoxicated his senses. It was a mix of vanilla and sage. He could not help but bring his nose to her head and breathe it in deeply. The smell aroused him; he could feel his clothes get tighter.

He ran his hand over Abby's shoulder, brought it to her chin, and lifted her head. He leaned down and kissed her, his fingers moved through her hair. Abby caressed his chest, and traced a finger over each toned muscle, then up to his face, and wrapped her hand behind his neck. He pulled her closer to him, his cock getting harder with every touch of her hand. Abby could feel the stiffness beneath his clothes as she pressed her thigh into his groin. She moved her body onto him and straddled him, her heat gently pressing down onto him. She pressed her lips onto his and kissed him passionately, then stopped and looked at him.

"I want some ice cream," she said. He looked at her in shock.

"Right now," he asked amazed that she would get him so aroused and then let him suffer.

"Yes, right now, silly," she jumped off him and got dressed.

She looked over at him and giggled. He lay on the bed, a small tent forming in his pants, and a shocked look on his face.

"C'mon silly, I swear it'll be worth your while."

Christopher sighed and climbed off the bed, he moved his pants around, to give his shaft some room.

"It better be," he said playfully as he grabbed Abby's hand and walked out of the room and down to the elevator.