My Sweetness

Little Things

All the curtains in the van had been drawn by Remington at request of me after our little time of action. It was rather dark in the van with all the sunlight blocked out until a few LED lights were turned on. The van was now lit up with two colors of choice: red and purple.

Naked, we sat at my pull out coffee table with the half empty beer from two hours ago. I sat flush against him by instinct. His warm body gave me all the heat I could ever need in life as his arm pulled me into his chest.

I sipped the beer slowly as thoughts raced around my head about who he was and why I was next to him without any clothes parked outside of his house. The can was nearly empty once he finished his second.

"Not much for beer?" he asked with the cutest smile.

I shook my head and set the can down on the table before I looked up at him. "No, I usually drink water." My voice was much softer than usual which surprised not only me but Remington as well. It wasn't as loud or pronounced as it usually was. Instead, I spoke in a meek tone that was barely audible to anyone three feet away.

The smile on his lips grew as soon as he heard the words that flowed out of my mouth and how they did so. He took his free hand and very tenderly caressed my face. Gentle and slow swiping motions on my cheekbone were made by his firm thumb.

I leaned into his touch as I stared up at his beautiful eyes. This man had a magic touch that allowed him to control me in more ways than I ever thought possible for someone. I wasn't myself when I was around him, but I couldn't let go of all the feelings he placed on me. There was something new Remington bestowed upon me that left me extremely vulnerable.

"You are so precious," he whispered down at me as he got lost in his own thoughts for once.

I could see the exact moment he had retracted into his thoughts. The smile dropped from his face and his thumb stopped moving. His body grew warmer and his eyes stayed fixated on mine. His thoughts must have raced in his head endlessly because it wasn't until a knock on the door minutes later shook him out of it.

"Hold on," he called out. He raced to his clothes and threw on his boxers and pants as he ran to the door. I was under the guest bed covers right before he opened up the door to Emerson.

He stood there with a sly grin as he eyed his partially dressed older brother and me suspiciously under the sheets in the middle of the day. His eyes trailed back to Remington as he spoke. "Would you and your new...friend want to accompany us to dinner?"

Do you get it? Do you get the hints I'm throwing at you? I didn't originally plan this hidden gem, but my story demanded it.
• I let the story write itself
What do you think so far? Do you really like it? Or do you rather hate it? Is there something your prefer? Don't be shy, leave a comment. ♡
Almost 1.5k? That's amazing! That's a lot of reads! I guess that means you really do enjoy this book. Thank you for reading it and I'm glad you enjoy it!