Storm ☾ Paul Lahote

~SORE LOSER~

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"Good morning, my dear," I stumbled into what I assumed was the dining room, my hair disheveled and my steps slow. It was at least eleven in the morning yet I was still so groggy after almost thirteen hours of sleep.

Darren was sitting at the small kitchen table, a newspaper in his hand.

Calling it a dining-room was somewhat misleading. It was a room. They ate in it. That was all. In it stood a cheap Ikea table that rocked when you leaned on it, two old white chairs from the thrift store and a pair of threadbare orange curtains that let the heat escape in winter as easily as if they were not there at all. The light bulb in the center of the room was bare and hung down on its white wire, adding to the meager ambiance of the room. It was quaint but I fell in love with it. It was functional, that's all that mattered.

"Is Paul up yet?" Darren questions, setting the paper down to look at me as I leaned against the archway.

"I heard my name," A comforting heat was placed on the small of my back, making me lean into Paul's soothing touch.

"It's your turn to make breakfast," Darren nods his head at Paul, as if he was saying good morning.

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Paul spread the avocado over the toast and sprinkled tomato on top as if it were cake decorations. There was a joy in how he did it, as if for a moment he was happily absorbed by a feeling of love that played in his subtle smile and soft gaze. Then he brought it over, his and mine. For the first time ever I could see every day of my future and I wanted it, I wanted to stay and be a part of it more than anything I've ever wanted.

The bacon sits on the plate in crispy waves, the sea-foam fat glistening on the rind and over the rasher. It tastes like campfires and those times in the woods, of long days and the tall tales we told as the stars shone around the moon.

The bacon broke over my tongue, perfectly crisp, perfectly salty. The flavor was like a bomb in my mouth, exploding in all the right ways.

"Is it good?" Paul questioned, his eyebrow raised.

"Delicious," I smiled at him, grateful that he made me breakfast

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"Beat you again!" Paul throws down his cards, a look of annoyance on his face.

"How," He shakes his head, "How do you always win at go fish?" He pouts, making me scoff.

"Aw, baby," I place my cards down and rest a hand on his cheek, "Maybe if you didn't suck so bad, you'd win," A grin grew on his face, making my eyebrows raise. He pulls me closer, the game of go fish completely forgotten.

I felt a hot breath on my neck, then the tender brush of lips. Burning as they make contact with my neck. A hand runs through my hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slides around my waist, and pulls me close to his pine scented body.

As I cautiously laid down on my bed, unaware of what his plans for me were, I moved my hair away from the right side of my neck and I shut my eyes. My insides craved his touch. I craved his touch. As soon as his moist, plump lips imprinted on my neck, I lost all rational thought, I was just consumed at the thought of him and I showing our ever growing love for each other. I was amazed at how one touch of his lips could hitch my breath.

His lips brush mine. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. I want to pull away before I lose myself but I can't seem to. In this minty moment, my senses have been seduced and I can no longer think straight.

"Reagan," he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. I smile, my heart fluttering at his voice as I clasp my hands on either side of his face. Never before has my name ever felt so wonderful.

I hesitantly looked up at him. The swirls of emotion I saw there made me gasp. Lust and desire. However, before I could ponder about it further, he yanked me to him and covered my mouth with his in a hungry kiss. As our lips crushed together, I felt like i was walking on air. It was magic, the way his lips connected with mine. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than I could have imagined and I opened my mouth with a low moan.

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The bed was soft and warm. I could feel Paul's arm draped over my body, more comforting than any blanket that I had ever lay under.

I felt the bed shift slightly, "Good morning, baby." Paul's gruff voice was right by my ear.

I smiled to myself. "How did you know I was awake?" I question, flipping over to face him.

"Your heart sped up when I did this," He reached over with the arm that wasn't holding him up. He slowly ran his finger up and down my arm, creating goosebumps.

"Little things like this make me fall in love with you more," I hum in contentment.

"How so?" His eyes lit up and his lips parted in wonder.

"You," I pause, his eyebrows raised, waiting for me to continue. "You make my heart beat so fast, just by being near me." I sigh, as he takes my hand in his. He guides my hand over to his bare chest, right over his heart.

"Feel that?" His heart was racing, making my lips part in shock. "We do this to each other, you're my everything."

And in that moment, I leaned up and kissed him, softly at first, and then it got more heated. My body felt as if it were on fire, in a good way.

"Maybe I should beat you in games more often," I pull away, a challenging smirk on my face.

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