Photographing Love

Chapter 10

A FEW DAYS LATER...

Andrew Ross

"What would you say to going on a date with me?" Duncan asks. I take another bite of the cereal in front of me, "What kind of date?" I ask teasingly. "The kind with the movie and dinner, normal cliche stuff." Duncan responds. I smile cheekily, "Let me think about it." I say.

I finish eating my cereal before putting the bowl in the sink and disappearing into my bedroom. Duncan has to meet up with a couple to take wedding pictures so I'm on my own for the day, plus I have today off of work. I pull on a pair of skinny jeans and an old band tee.

The front door closes so I know Duncan has left to meet his clients. I walk lazily between the rooms of his apartment, spending a few hours looking for an apartment online. After getting board I walk into the kitchen. A search through his cabinets reveals a large collection on wine.

Upon deeper inspection there an unopened bottle of vodka and various other alcoholic drinks in the back of the fridge. An idea comes to mind and I quickly find the glass I'm looking for in the cabinet, thanking my good memory and my days spent as a bartender...

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At some point I got tired of making the complicated drinks and start drinking straight from the vodka bottle. Now I can't walk straight and I'm giggling like a crazed maniac. A key jingles in the door and the door opens, I bust out laughing as Duncan walks through.

His eyes land on me, doubled over with a mostly empty vodka bottle dangling in my left hand. "I leave you alone for an hour and this is what I get." he throws his arms up. I find it hilarious as I start laughing once again. "So you're a bubbly drunk." he says.

He sets his camera on the table and uses his foot to close the door. "What to do with you." he mutters. I hiccup and he chuckles, his arms cradling my waist as he leads me into the kitchen. He pours out the last remaining amount of vodka before tossing the bottle.

He then picks me up, my legs locking around his waist instinctively. We go into his bedroom where he sets me on his bed before turning and disappearing into his closet. He reappears a moment later with a t-shirt, he goes into my room and comes back with sweatpants.

I'm lead into the bathroom and situated on the counter as he runs the tub full of steaming hot water, pouring a fair amount of bubble bath into the water. My eyes widen excitedly, "Oh! Is that forme?" I slur happily. Duncan chuckles, "Yes, it's for you baby." he murmurs.

He looks like a deer caught in headlights as soon as he finishes the sentence. "What's wrong?" I ask stupidly. He shakes his head, "Nothing. Let's get you clean, you reek." he says with a scrunched face. He helps me out of my clothes, refusing to look away from my face.

I submerge myself in the water, blowing the bubbles into the air. I giggle and hiccup, Duncan smiles admiringly. "Come on, I've got work to do." he says. He pours water over my head and lather shampoo into my hair. I make a face, "I feel like a child." I pout.

Duncan snorts, "You're acting like one." he retorts. The rest of the time is spent in silence as Duncan scrubs the conditioner into my hair as well before rinsing it off. I've managed to doze off when he pulls back to stand up.

"Nooo." I whine. "I'm sure you can clean yourself. I'll be in the living room waiting." Duncan states. I pull my lips into a pout as I watch his retreating back, grudgingly lathering a washcloth to scrub my skin with. I scrub until my skin is a faint pink and raw.

The tub drains and I manage to dry myself off without falling over, pulling on the shirt that smells strongly like Duncan and boxer briefs but neglecting the sweatpants. I waltz down the short hallway and fall beside Duncan on the couch in the living room area.

I tuck myself into his side, allowing the slightly taller male to through a blanket over the both of us. "Do you want to watch a movie?" Duncan asks. I relish the way his chest rumbles when he speaks, nodding my head sleepily. "Do you want to pick it out?" he asks.

I shake my head no, snuggling further into his side as he plays Wreck It Ralph. My lips turn upwards into a lazy smile as I trace patterns in the exposed skin at his waist, my eyes slowly falling shut as sleep finally claims me...