One day I sat in my trailer watching Inside Number Nine. It helped me feel closer to him. It was not physically close but it was some type of closeness at least.
I looked like a complete mess. I had my hair up in a messy greasy, hair product bun. I had a big top on with a pair of shorts, big fluffy socks and spots on my face.
A knock came at the door. I ignored it trying to focus on Reece and Inside Number Nine. I just wanted to be close to him.
A knock came again. I made myself go open the door. To my surprise it was Reece. I was so surprised. I could not help myself. I jumped forwards and wrapped my whole body around him. He almost toppled over. He somehow managed to hold all my weight.
I brought him into my trailer. I made him a drink. I just wanted to kiss him all over.
"Inside Number Nine?" He said looking at the tv.
I stopped frozen. Trying to hide my face. I had forgotten to turn everything off.
"Someone's missed me." He said smugly.
I tried to hide my smile. He was so very right and he knew it.
"So what if I have." I turned and faced him.
He smirked at me. Then kissed me with the best kiss I had ever experienced. We really had missed each other. One thing led to another.
-LATER-
Reece sat behind me legs either side. He stroked my hair softly whilst I ate Ice Cream out of the tub.
"You are so beautiful." I looked at him over my right shoulder confused. He looked back at me confused . As if he did not understand the confusion at all.
"What !? you are." he said like it was an obvious fact.
I was still very confused "What even with these massive spots and horrible hair."
He smiled a giant smile "Especially with those."
We kissed. Things got heated again.
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