Blind Date

The Temptations

"So beautiful." I murmur over her head, stroking her wet hair gently.
She took a quick shower at my place and I put her clothes in my washer. They'll be done in the morning. Even in my baggy clothes and asleep on my lap, she's still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

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When I open my eyes, I feel so comfortable; I don't want to move. Soft, very soft under me. I then feel the comforter over my shoulder, and I connect that I must be in Matt's bed.
I turn to the side and pat around the mattress. Nobody there....
I crawl out from the most comfortable bed, and use my hands to find my way out. It takes me a couple tries to actually get where I want to go, but I finally get there. Once I reach the kitchen, I know where I am. I hear distant snores, not the loud and obnoxious ones that keep you awake at night, but the ones that you video tape and show your friends to prove it's adorable. I guide my way to the noise, leading me to the couch. I tap the first thing I feel and he wakes up.
"Grace?" He sits up, "Do you need anything?"
"You." I murmur, and he stands and gives me a hug. "Why are you on the couch?"
"I thought you'd want your space." I shake my head and a small laugh escapes his lips. I take his hand and drag him to the kitchen before stopping.
"I don't know how to get back to your room...."
"It's okay." He kisses my cheek, which makes me feel a little less than useless. Once he helps me get back into his warm and comfortable bed he kisses my forehead.
"What time is it anyways?"
"It's only five thirty." He starts to walk away.
"Where are you going?"
"Are you sure you want me in here?"
"Yes." I pat the spot next to me. I felt the empty space slowly begin to fill as he climbed up. I felt his body come closer to mine, but not touching. I reached over and grabbed his hand and placed it around my torso. Soon after that he moves his entire body to form my own.
"Let me ask you the same thing. Why me? You don't need me. You're the most independent woman I have ever met; you've never needed me." I stay silent, thinking of my answer. His thumb caresses my hip bone through the sheets, and I sit up and position myself to face him.
"You're right; I don't need you." I take in his hand, before cuddling up to his chest. "I want you."

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"What the heck Grace! I woke up thinking someone kidnapped you, or you got hurt more and died trying to get to the hospital!" Kyles frantic voice echo's over the phone.
"I'm sorry, Kyle. I didn't want to wake you, and I needed to settle things."
"You two are worse than most couples. On again, off again." He groans really loud. "But you guys are adorable and worth the struggle."
"He kissed me in the rain..." I whisper, which I have no clue why; Matt can't hear me, he's in the shower.
"Like a teen girl fantasy?" He screeches and I double over laughing.
"I'm surprised no one has thought you were gay."
"Who says they haven't." He grows quiet before we both erupt with laughter. We talk until someone pulls him away at work, then I turn on the radio. Matt doesn't have a TV, mostly because he doesn't spend a lot of leisure time at home.
While I'm dancing around and singing on the top of my lungs with Samson, I don't hear the shower turn off.
"I've got so much honey, the bees envy me. I've got all the riches baby, one man can claim. I, guess, you'd, say, what can can make me feel this way, My Girl; talkin' about My Girl!" I sing out on the top of my lungs.
"You should quit your day job." Matt's voice suddenly is behind me, resulting in me jumping. We both laugh and I turn down the music.
I give him a kiss and like every other time, I place my hand on his chest. Almost as soon as I do it, I pull back.
"You're-"
"Shirtless?"
"Yeah.." I laugh nervously. "And warm." I place them back, slowly, without really noticing. I give him another kiss, but mostly just to feel his chest.
"You don't have to kiss me just to touch me." He pulls away and laughs.
"What?" I try to blow it off.
"You were not in that kiss; at all. And are you forgetting that your hands are moving on my body?" I smile real big and pull my hands back to my sides.
"I've never felt someone's chest; only their face."
"Well, mines not preferably the best chest to feel."
"You've got a nice set there." I cross my arms. "But does every guy have a scar? A pretty big one at that...."
"No," he laughs, an edge forming on his tone. "Me and some of my friends, when I got put in boarding school, were acting stupid and got our hands on Fireworks. Making a long story short, it kinda bounced off of me and some other kid."
"Oh." I don't know if I should laugh or actually feel bad for that....
"Yeah, I was being stupid, and I was being rebellious. I was mad that I had to be there, so I didn't make good friends and I didn't do the best things; until that happened. I was in the hospital for almost two weeks and they had to fly my mother out to 'talk' to me." He sighs, "Scariest time of my life."
"What, the firework?"
"No, my mother." He laughed, which made me laugh.
"You don't seem like the boarding school type." I comment, after we calm down.
"Really? And what is boarding school type?" He pulls me closer by tugging on my shirt; it was his.
"Stuck up, snobby.." I murmur, "always get what they want." He slowly kisses me and I melt in his arms.
"Mm, I am getting what I want.."
I could live with this.
I could live with him.
To wake up in his shirt every morning, and get a kiss from his lips.
Everything would be okay, even if it wasn't actually okay.. Which I would later find out how true that was.
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