Half asleep, I opened the front door to find my sexy male model boyfriend, Kayden.
"Hey baby" He grinned, kissing my temple.
I groaned and pulled him in with a weak arm. "Didn't get a lot of sleep huh?" He inferred.
"2 hours of peace, 7 of restless squirming on my bed." I grumbled, dropping down on the teal colored couch that was more for decoration than actual lounging. He plopped next to me, and stared at the side of my head for a few moments. The feeling of his green orbs drilling into my temple had me shifting uncomfortably before asking "Is there a reason you're looking at me like I'm some tele to be watched?"
"Just forgot how beautiful you are."
I tried to suppress my smile as I blushed before I smashed a pillow into his face making him burst into laughter.
"Shut up and get me some tea!"
"Yes your majesty" He teased before stalking off into our overly large and under used kitchen. No one went into that room unless we had some weird model meeting, which only happened once, the first night we moved in. Besides that, everyone had their own kitchens in their rooms, which were shared with some sort of roommate.
Our house, was basically a college, minus the learning, and the parties.
The man I met when I was 17 strode back in like he owned the damn place, tossing me a bottle of my favorite flavor of snapple tea. "Can we go upstairs? There's nothing entertaining down here." His velvety voice whined.
"What? I don't entertain you?" I asked grumpily before smirking " Cause that can change.." my voice was low as I attempted to be some sort of temptress. It seemed to work as his once whiny voice turned to one of lust as well. "Wheres Essie?" He growled, pulling me into his chest, our bodies now close I feared it had become one. With tingles radiating off of my skin however, I took the nearness of our bodies as a gift and welcomed it happily, wrapping my arms around his pale neck. "At Dylans, as all ways."
That was the end of our conversation as his lips smashed to mine, drawing a partial giggle and a partial moan from my lips. "I love your little noises." He praised, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso and carrying me up the 4 flights of steps to mine and Essie's room. "Well, why don't you make those big noises?" I whispered as I tugged on his bottom lip with my pearly white teeth. With a low, manly, groan he responded "Gladly" Before bursting through my bedroom door and dropping me down on my bed.
The searing kiss had me thinking I was anything but sane. I had goosebumps, but I felt like every inch of me was on fire from the way his hands traced the entirety of my skin and his lips made my mind soar with possibilities that I might be in heaven, or maybe I was being kissed by God himself. Either way, everything he did made me whimper and respond. Whether it be vocally or physically, I had some sort of reaction.
But when he pulled back, giving me a concerned look, I was thinking of much more pessimistic things. Such as, did he find out about the game? Is he going to leave me because I'm back at my old, suicidal ways even though I promised I'd never even think of doing such a thing again? Does he hate me? If so, should I quit my job for him or just wait patiently for the only man I've ever truly loved to come back into my drab, boring life?
Panicking, my grip grew tighter on his large biceps, as if it would hold him down, keep him there.
"How's Noah?"
I tried my very best to hide the sigh of relief that was desperate to escape my lungs, but to no avail. Thankfully, he hadn't notice the breath that released all of my immature distress and fright.
