A Mistake?

Christmas Break

It had been month since I moved in with Robin. We are currently on Christmas break and I am bored. Robin went over to his family's house, he offered me to come, but I declined. I really don't know what to do. I could clean, but I did that yesterday, and there is no mess; the laundry is done, there is nothing to do.

As I walk around this huge house, I decide to pull out a book, Tuesday's With Morrie. It's my favourite book of all time and I always read it. The book is phenomenal, and I suggest this book for a good read. Mitch Albom is a fantastic author!

Three hours into the book, I have to put it down, I usually shed one or two tears about this point, but I'm bawling my fucking eyes out! Fuck pregnancy hormones!

"Gina, I'm back!" I hear from the foyer. I can't saying anything back, because this book has me crying like a two year old! "Awe, love, what's wrong?" He asks.

I simply point to the book that is laying on the coffee table. He gives me look and he starts to laugh.

"What's so funny?" I question, the tears instantly stop, and I cross my arms.

"Nothing, nothing." He is still giggling, God the nerve of that man... His laugh is sexy! Holy sweet cheese, does that deep chuckle and those dimples turn me on.

"Haha, very funny. I'm hormonal." I fake laugh.

"You're adorable." He smiles.

"I know." I smile back.

"Arrogant, are we?"

I give him a look, and keep smiling, "How was your parent's?"

"Good, they said that they are moving back to Britain in February." He answers.

"That's cool. How long have you guys lived here?"

"A decade." He states simply.

"Saying "a decade" makes me feel old, and I'm only 26, and you too." I scrunch my nose. 

"Haha."

Damn, I really want to fuck him. I bite my lip and look him up and down.

"You good?" He asks, finally sitting next to me.

"Uh, yeah." I hesitate, I know he felt it too.

"You sure?"

"Why wouldn't I be sure?" I quip playfully.

"Oh alright. I'm going to take a shower." He states.

"Okay. I'll be right here." I grin.

"Better not pick up that book." He warns.

"And what if I do?" I test.

He thinks for a moment, "Would you like a taste of your punishment?" He grins mischievously.

"What are you gonna do?" Before I know it, I am attacked with him tickling my sides, "Robin!" I laugh.

"Are you gonna pick that book up again?"

I sigh, "Definitely." And he starts to tickle me again. "What happened to your shower?" I say in between giggles.

"I can't trust you alone with the book." He states, he also stops tickling me.

"How are you gonna watch the book and take a shower?" I fold my arms and grin.

"I guess the book is coming with me into the bathroom."

"Nope, it's not."

"Why is that?" He asks.

"Because I am." I blurt out, not even thinking.

"Are you now?" He cocks his eyebrow and grins.

"Yep."

"Alright, let's go." He stands up and offers me a hand.

"I can still get up on my own. I haven't even started to show." I roll my eyes.

"I was trying to be a gentleman, dear."

"Sorry." I take his hand and he leads me to the bathroom.

Once we are in the bathroom, he starts to undress, "That's my job." I wink and move his hands away. I unzip his pants and force them gracefully to the ground. I slide his shirt up and leave my hands in the air to hint for him to relieve me of my top.

He grins widely and obliges, he slowly takes my shirt off. He slides my leggings down my legs painfully slow. He pulls me into the shower......