Love Me Like No Other

He strums lightly at the strings of his Les Paul as he has a foot rested on the coffee table in front of him with his leg cocked up. With shaggy black locks hiding olive orbs, he carefully watches each chord he plays; whispering a curse each time he missed something. His attention soon went to the door as a leggy young girl walked in with the sound of jingling keys and the crackle of grocery bags, "Hey, baby." The words rolled of her tongue and past her lips like a melodic tune on air. Olive orbs met each other as his shined at the mere sight of her, "Hey, beautiful." He gently put his guitar down as she got up to help her. Taking the bags from her as a gentlemen like gesture as he stood at his height of 5'7" to her 5'5". He carried the bags to the kitchen and set them on the granite countertops. He then turned to her as he took her into his embrace with his forehead to hers, "I missed you, Sadie." She let her dainty hand wander up his neck and fingers tangle in his locks with a smile, "I missed you, too, Billie." A soft kiss landed on her lips from him as she bit her bottom lip just to get the faint taste of his cigarette that was so familiar to her. She then pressed against him, kissing his lips deeply as both their eyelids drift shut. She smiles against his lips as she lets a soft, seductive giggle escape her throat. He blushes, as if seeing her plan unfold behind her olive pupils. She slips her hands under the hem of his shirt as he shivers and blushes a shade deeper. She kisses his nose as she feels the heat radiate from his cheeks. She lifts up his shirt just as the familiar ringing of the house phone fills the air. She looks down, "I'll be right back, love." She walks off to answer the phone as he leans against the counter with a long exhale to try and calm himself and his excited ego. He gulped, his cheeks still red hot. He felt the front of his pants tighten more instead of loosen. He sighs as his face returns to the normal shade of sun-kissed tan.