"My mom always said I'd fall for an older guy." Part 2

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"My mom always said I'd fall for an older guy." Part 2

Writing the first part to this was my favorite, and the story has so much potential and material to work with. So I'm super excited to let you read this follow up one shot.

Warning: Super. Freaking. Cute. Happy. Feels. And. I. May. Or. May. Not. Have. Made. It. A. Little. Angsty.
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I didn't notice he was there until his arms were suddenly around my waist, and his face was tucked into the crook of my neck. I jumped a little, but relaxed when I realized that it was just Steve. I stayed perched on my stool at the desk in my room, where I'd been sketching.

"Happy Birthday." he murmured into my skin, and I felt a smile dance onto my face. I put the pencil down, afraid of ruining the sketch that I was actually pleased with while I was distracted. Art could wait.

"Thanks." I replied simply, with another growing smile. I closed my eyes, replaying his perfect voice in my mind.

Steve traced his nose up the skin of my neck up to my ear, and down across my jawline. He stayed there, tracing his nose back and forth against my jawline. I struggled to think and breathe, his touch sending my thought process spiraling out of control. Steve may hate PDA, but he sure didn't mind showing affection in private.

"Steve..." I sighed, how did he do this to me? Whenever he just touched me I was thrown for a loop.

"Hm?" His exhaled, his breath swirling against my skin, disrupting the small amount of coherent thought that I had left.

"I... Um..." I struggled to remember what I had wanted to say. Honestly, Steve Rogers may be the center of my world, but I couldn't be around him without forgetting everything I ever wanted to say.

"You know... You know you drive me crazy when you do that right?" I asked, forcing myself to focus enough to get the words out. I turned in my chair to face him, and his arms still held me close, even though his face pulled away from my neck. He moved and stood between my legs so as to remain close to me. I struggled to keep it together.

"Really?" He asked somewhat skeptically, his turquoise eyes burning into mine. But he sounded wistful, like he was surprised and wished that it were true.

"Every single time." I looked up into his eyes, and he continued to hold me in his arms. He still looked doubtful and slightly confused.

"When you're close to me I loose focus, when you hold me I can't breathe, when you touch me I can't even think. " I explained, closing my eyes and burying my face in his shoulder.

"I didn't know we had the same kind of effect on each other. " he admitted quietly, and it was now my turn to be doubtful. He pressed his lips against the top of my head, breathing in deeply. Was he... Smelling my hair? I mean.. I admittedly did that to him all the time, but the fact that he was doing so to me made me oddly pleased.

"I.... I um... do that to you?" I just couldn't grasp the concept that he could be affected by me, especially to that degree. He must not realize just how flustered I got around him. I winced at my words, knowing that I sounded like an idiot.

"Every single time." he murmured against my hair, his strong arms pulling me closer into a warm hug. I didn't miss his reference to my earlier words. It made me smile to think that he listened to what I said. He actually cared, Steve Rogers, my Steve Rogers, actually took the time to listen, remember, and care about what I had to say.

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