The Barista

Hello Sunshine

I slowly open my eyes. The morning sun is violating my peace. "Ugh!" I groan and slowly extend my arm out, fumbling for my phone.

I have no idea what time it is, and I almost don't care what time it is. Thank God I don't have a hangover. But is it Saturday or Sunday?

"Where the hell is it!" I complain as I refuse to move from my spot but fight to find it with my hand. "And why is this blanket so heavy!"

I freeze, sending my heart into what feels like a million skips. My body feels like a wildfire of excitement is tearing through it. I can't think which is rare for me. The heaviness of the blanket is not heaviness at all! It's a freaking arm wrapped around me!

I slowly lay back down and try to glance over my shoulder. Shit! I forgot Liam spent the night in my bed. A bed big enough for us to sleep without needing to touch our bodies. But apparently, he needed to wrap his arm around mine.

I scoot my butt...Nope! He's excited! He IS excited! His boxers are not holding that thing from growing. Jesus! What do I do?

If I move the slightest bit forward his arm only seems to get tighter. But if I move backward his...Uhm! Yeah! Will poke me!

He nudges his head closer to the back of my neck and his breaths brush against it. His breaths are brushing against my neck! And it feels good. What do I do?
Well, if a guy ever wanted to turn me on, all he would have to do was sleep next to me and make sure his mouth was near my neck.

I am feeling things inside of me I have never felt before. He needs to stop. It's growing like wildfire and my stomach cannot contain this excitement.

The way his smooth hand runs against my lower stomach, near my panties. The way he brushes his breath across the back of my neck. The way my body alerts me of his growing excitement in his boxers. Every part of me wants this! It feels so good and so damn right!

Ugh! But I can't!

He moves and his soft breaths stop. Shit! Is he awake?

I close my eyes and act like I am sleeping. He moves a little more. His body slowly begins to back away. His arm slowly, in the slowest possible way, slides off me.

"Shit!" He exclaims so softly it's almost inaudible.

I feel movement on the bed, but his arm is no longer on me. The bed rises and I hear his feet softly hit the floor. I listen as the door slowly opens.

He is trying hard to make sure he doesn't wake me.

I should have turned my body to his, forcing his body closer. I could have acted like I was asleep and just turning over. I could have done so much. His arm wrapped around me felt safe and comfortable. I felt safe and comfortable. I wanted it! I mean him! I mean I wanted that comfort. I felt safe in his arms.

He was such a gentleman throughout the night while lying next to me and respecting my boundaries and he didn't even know it. I only knew it because I had moments of struggling to fall asleep.

I know I easily could have slept with him. Yet a part of me believes he may not have wanted to sleep with me at all. He seems different than other men. He's wealthy, sure. But that's not even it. He seems old school. He seems respectful. He seems like he wanted to kiss me last night but is holding off while his brother is getting a lot more than that, just twenty feet away. Does he think I don't like him and maybe that is the reason he is holding off?