Loving Nicolas

Chapter 8

My life has turned into a surreal movie. After making love, then ate, and had more sex, I was laying in his arms, gathering my wits about me, thinking, as the reality of our situation has hit me. Nicolas wanted a relationship. But for how long? It terrified me to think about it, and still my treacherous heart went against my rational mind, which is now somewhere floating senselessly in the dark universe.

"It doesn't make sense for you to stay here in the hotel." I hear myself whispering.

Nicolas lifts his head from the pillow to look at me, his eyes heavy, he was spent, I knew that with some inner self satisfaction, and drifting to sleep before I spoke.

"You're asking me to move in with you?" He demanded his voice heavy.

Was I? Yes, I was. I just did. It was a risk I found myself willing to take. Stupid girl.

"It does makes sense that you should stay here, since I have to be at work every morning. I can't stay here in the hotel with you." I look at him my gaze searching, hoping I hadn't said the wrong thing.

"Is that what you want?" I can see he is being cautious about it too.

"Yes." I whisper sincerely. "You can checkout tonight and we can head back to my apartment."

It was far past midnight now. But it was doable, I thought as I rose on my elbow, my dark hair falling to the side looking down at him. He was thoughtful for a moment before he spoke.

"It does make sense." He finally said and sat up the sheets falling to his hips. Those abs which I kept touching like a hungry lust wonton stretched his skin, I felt my mouth going dry. I can't keep my eyes off him and his Greek God body. 

"I'll be at work most of the time Nicolas." I warned him, regardless how much I'm looking forward to spending time with him, my work comes first. There! There is still some sense in my brains left.

"I understand. I can keep myself busy, don't worry about it." He raises his hand cup my face, his thumb caressing my skin, I close my eyes and turn my lips to his palm and kiss it. "If you are sure, then we must leave now."

"Ok."

Nicolas moved into my apartment. We reached there and went straight to bed.

I had to get up the next morning for work and while I showered he was exploring my kitchen looking for food to prepare breakfast. I found him opening cupboards when I walked into the kitchen already dressed for work.

"You have a dismal kitchen." He grunts as he straightens leans and kisses me on the lips. "You don't eat."

"I normally eat on the go. There is a bakery down the street which sells hot croissants and pastries and coffee." I tell him. 

He grunts.

"This should be amended. Living on croissants isn't good for your health, or mine for that matter." His hands slides over his flat abs. I guess he had realized how much I loved those abs. I'm so predictable!

"I'm fine!" I protest at him irritably. There was nothing with my health or my body. I made it up by walking to work every day and walking where ever I needed to go.

He gathers me in his arms.

"I know you're fine, you're more than fine. You're freaking hot!" He kisses my neck and up my jaw until he claims my lips in a searing kiss. "Give me a minute to slip on my shoes and we can head together to that bakery. Then I'm going to buy some groceries."

Nicolas seemed to settle into this daily routine of ours. I wake up in the morning in a rush to get dressed and ready for work. Sometimes he joins me in the shower and we have a hot steamy session of mind blowing sex. He makes breakfast while I dress, and forcibly sits me down to eat my food. Protein is the key to a healthy start of the day. He usually says. After I finish my breakfast, I kiss him goodbye gather my things and run out of the door.