The Best Man's Speech

15: Early Discoveries

✵ JAMES ✵

I turned my head to check over the time, it was only 2am and I couldn't sleep anymore. I had spent the past few minutes, that felt like hours, staring up at the ceiling, while Lyra snuggled herself into my arms. I couldn't move when she did that, one of her arms were wrapped around me while the other was under her body somewhere. She had entangled one of her legs around and on top of mine, making this even harder than it needed to be.

I so badly needed to get up and freshen up, but the way she slept on me, with her body around mine and her head on my arm, made me debate with myself if I should get up.

I turned my body around, now facing her, which only reminded me of the conversation we had before she fell asleep in my arms. We displayed our tattoos to each other and reveal the stories behind them. I always thought I'd feel vulnerable after I shared the story with someone... and I am speaking from experience.
The bitch who cheated on me was the only other person who knew the story behind the snake and the anchor that was painted on my skin, and she used that to her advantage. She threatened to tell the press and public about the story, so that she could use my father's wife against me... to blackmail me.
It was then that I established the rule of not telling anyone what each three tattoo meant to me. But it wasn't until I met Lyra that I felt more comfortable in my own skin, to let people in and to know a little about me and my past.

I had been watching Lyra ever since she started to work for me. Before meeting her, I knew her mother and sister - her mother through parties she would attend with her husband, and her sister through the several appearances she made to events while working for her father - I knew the women of her family were known to have been very attractive but I never thought that Lyra would be even more beautiful than the other two.

I pushed back the curled strand of hair that was on her face, only resulting in her having to move in her sleep and completely turn to face the other way. I sighed as she finally freed me from her grip, allowing me to go the bathroom as I desperately wanted to. Sitting up straight on the bed to climb out of it, Lyra turned to face me, her eyes wide open as she spoke in muffled words, "What time is it?" She asked while rubbing her eyes.

"Two A-M." I replied as I watched her lift her body a bit to meet mine. Just as I was about to leave the bed, she pulled me over and pressed her lips against my face, kissing me passionately as she did. I kissed her back, using one hand to support my body from falling on top of her and completely crushing her, while holding her head close against mine with the other. I could hear her slight moan into my mouth as I deepened the kiss.

She started to tug at my bottom lip with her teeth for a few seconds before I managed to slide my tongue into her mouth. I didn't have to fight for dominance as she knew exactly who was between us, instead she let her tongue slide past mine, granting her a feel of the rough skin on my tongue that had her trapped in a trance.

I finally pulled back, letting out a short chuckle when she made a low whining sound, asking for more. "I need the bathroom." I smiled, giving her a forehead kiss before standing by the edge of the bed, "I'll be back soon."

"Don't take too long." She replied, making me smile before I walked to the window and took a right turn, granting myself access to the bathroom. Before I could close the door completely, Lyra stood in front of the door, gawking at me, "Wait, the bathroom is here? I thought there wasn't one in this room." She exclaimed, analysing the details of the black door that matched the wall of the room and hid the bathroom in plain sight. I nodded, chuckling before watching her settle down by the coffee table, allowing for me to use the bathroom as I wished.

✵ LYRA ✵

After he had walked out of the bathroom, I went in after him. This bathroom was nothing like the average bathroom that rich people had. It looked like it was ripped out of a hotel and shoved into his secret hideout. It was lit dimly by yellow lights, with a giant, round tub in it... that took up most of the space. There were two taps that were evenly spaced out on the marble counter that was displayed under the long mirror that took up the wall on that one side. Further down the bathroom, were two doors, one leading to the shower and the other to the toilet.

I calmly walked around the bathroom and sneakily peaked into the cabinets. Even though he had spread out his sanitary belongings evenly, there was still space for more. I blushed at the idea of filling it up with a million of my things.

Looking up at my reflection, I realised how terrible I looked, despite my hair still being flat on my head, it was tangled up and had short curls sticking out of it. I started to worry about my appearance until it had hit me that I kissed the man without brushing me teeth. He most likely smelt my morning breath... fucking hell this was embarrassing.

"James!" I called out, still locked inside the bathroom.

"Yes?" He replied from the other side.

I thought about how I wanted to communicate for a while before blatantly asking him, "Say I wanted to brush my teeth and my hair and all... what can I use for that?"

I heard him produce that adorable laugh of his that came out in chuckles before he replied, "There is a black and grey bag in the very right hand side of the bathroom... on the lower shelf in the cabinet. You'll find everything you need in there." I thanked him for his help before looking for it, holding it out victoriously after I had found it. To my surprise, it had everything I needed: hairbrush, spare toothbrush and toothpaste, tampons and sanitary towels (AKA pads - as every female usually say), unopened deodorant... and a pregnancy test, condoms (of different types, for both men and women) and much more.
This guy is terribly equipped for everything and anything.
Looking back in the same cabinet, I found a fancy first aid kit lying around, only proving that he was equipped.