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After Hayley got from the stage, she tried to get through the crowd of people, who congratulated her, they wanted to tell her, how fabulous she was, but she didn't care. She smiled, but she just wanted to get to him. But he wasn't there, he didn't wait to her. SHe was nervous, she lloked around, turned many times, she tried to find him in the crowd, but he disappeared. 'Did I completely loose my mind?' she covered her eyes with hands and shook her head nervously. "Hayley!" she turned and saw her teacher. "You were amazing, you were a star!" he smiled and hugged her. "Thank you," she whispered, "I thought about what you said and it helped me... A lot. I... I just need to go home now, beause last few days were exhausting, you know?" "Of course, take a cab and have a nice proper sleep, you deserve a rest," he said and they wished good night to each other and Hayley went home. Hayley was sitting in her living room, staring to the wall. She felt confused like never before. But silent knocking on the door chased her fears away. She opened the door slowly and sighed in relief. He was there, Chris was standing in the hallway, smilin, holding bouguet of violet meadow flowers. No luxury, but ordinary flowers - but this was the way, he showed, that he really knows her. "Hello, soldier," she whispered. "Good evening, flower girl," he smiled.
He couldn't wait; he grabbed her to his arms, watched her beautiful smile, her deep brown eyes full of tears of joy, inhaled her unique scent and finally kissed her and enjoyed her taste, her soft lips on his. "Do you know, how hard is to find an opened florist's and buy a flower at this time of day?" he chuckled. "You could make an order, I would prepare you a bouquet," she whispered between kisses. He chuckled and dropped flowers on the floor. "You look so good in that uniform," she checked him from the top to the bottom and bit her lower lip. "Well, it's festive uniform for special events," he raised his eyebrows. "I bet it will look really good on my floor," she whispered. "Yeah," he sighed and pulled her closer, his eyes met hers.
He began to kiss her and she kissed him back. All the stress and sorrow from separation turned to love and desire for each other. She just wanted to be his and he wanted to be her. And he grabbed her in his arms and made her sit on the kitchen counter, bit her lips, he could have enough of her taste, of her moaning, of her voice whispering his name. He literally teared down her clother hungrily and didn't mind, that she ripped of few buttons from his shirt and threw every part uniform on the floor like a piece of rag. "Come," he led her to her bedroom, while he was still kissing her and fondled her body. "Damn, Chris," she watched his strong arms, firm body, "are you even real?" He chuckled, lifted her to the air then laid her on the bed and get on top of her, heatedly kissed her neck, her chest, her breasts. Holding her tigh, he opened her legs, looked her in her eyes and she noded slightly.
And after few minutes she didn't whispered his name, she was screaming it in passionate intoxication.
"Why haven't we done this earlier?" they were laying on her bed, hugging, kissing each other. "I think it's because you were gone for few months and I guess, it's possible to have a phone sex, but I don't think, it's that good," she teased him and he laughed, turned her on her back, laid on the top of her, grabbed her wrists and bit her to her neck. "Stop, you!" she shouted and tried to avoid his mouth. "Oh no, my beauty, you're gonna pay for this," he bit her again and she was screaming but it was so aroudsing, that she wished he'd never stop. "Hayley," he chuckled, when he recognised, that she is actually enjoying it, "you little devil." "What?" she looked at him, sparks in her eyes. "I... I love you," Chris said. "I know," she answered with a smile,"I love you too."
