He kissed me with passion, this wasn't just a drunken make out. I could feel him letting go and wanting this to happen. I could say the same thing about myself. I really wanted this, it felt so right.
We started to walk to my room knocking into a table or chair every know and then. He pushed me against the wall next to my room kissing me harder. I reached for my door knob and twisted it open. Alex picked me up and carried me to the bed.
My room was surprisingly clean, you know for it being me. My bed wasn't made though, but not like it wasn't going to get messed up anyway.
I pulled on his shirt starting to pull it off. He pulled it off the rest of the way throwing it on the ground and started to kiss my neck. I put my hands on his bare back. His skin was warm and soft. He started to pull off my shirt. Thank god I wore a nice bra today.
Alex looked at me and said "Marilyn, you're so beautiful."
I smiled at him, "So are you."
He kissed my smiling lips. I start to take off his belt and kiss his stomach. I could taste the salt from his sweat. I take his belt off and throw it on the ground surrounding my bed. He slides his pants off revealing his grey boxers.
The night was quiet, almost perfect. The moonlight was shinning though the window illuminating our bodies. There wasn't much that could make the night more perfect.
I pulled off my pants and kept kissing him. He started to bite my neck.
Everything in this moment was what I wanted. The subtle hum of traffic below us and the buzzing street lamps. It was almost like I was back in New York. Oh how I longed to be back in the city. So much happened for me there. I moved there when I was 18, I was a young kid who had no idea what life was about.
Alex is like my New York. I wanted to be with him all the time. He made me feel excited and at home. I opened up to him, I never let myself get too close to anyone. He makes me feel safe, I've never felt this way with anyone else before.
He started to kiss me from my neck to my shoulders. I ran my hands through his soft mousy hair. He kissed me down to my stomach and looked up at me.
"Is it crazy to think I might love you?" Alex said with a slight smile.
"Not at all because I think I love you too." I said. I couldn't believe I said that. I meant it wholeheartedly too.
He smiled and kissed my lips putting his hands on my face. I put my hands over his and kissed him back. This is what I truly wanted.
"I want you." I whispered in his ear.
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Off The Record
RomanceMarilyn Avery is a New York journalist who bumps into none other than Alex Turner. The two remember speaking to one another at a music festival months earlier. Alex and Marilyn grow closer, maybe even fall in love.
