Watty's 2019 !! - CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING (SLOWLY)
ORIGINALLY CALLED FINDING HOME (NOW SEQUEL'S TITLE)
When Paisley Evans moves from New Orleans, Louisiana to Oregon, Portland, can she fight the instinct she's grown to have to close herself off to o...
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You know when everything just happens so fast that you don't exactly know how you got where you are?
Yeah, well that's where I'm currently at.
Spending the afternoon and night here with Xavier has been nothing less than amazing and thoughtful. I guess that's what's scaring the most.
I don't remember the last time I've had this much fun with anyone. Actually, I don't remember the last time I enjoyed being in someone's company so much and didn't actually want the night to end. Normally, I'd be ready to leave and spend the rest of my night with Ace in my bed.
Coming out of a floating position, Xavier follows my movements to the edge of the tank where a small staircase that I hadn't noticed before was.
"Thank you for tonight," I say sincerely. "I can't even begin to explain how much I've loved tonight." Taking my eyes off Xavier's piercing gaze, I focus on keeping the shirt from riding up too far.
Xavier joins me on the bottom step and faces his body towards me. "You don't know how nervous I was to do this." He chuckles scratching the back of his neck.
I look up, "Why?" I ask. "It's very thoughtful."
"I wasn't sure you were gonna like it." He looks down at all the fish.
"I'm glad you did though. I love it." I reassured him.
How does someone look so good?
Like there must be some fricken blessed genes right there and a lot of hard work with the kinds of muscles he's exhibiting.
Xavier turns his attention back to me, locking my eyes with his in an intense stare.
Something stirs in my stomach and my cheeks flush at the intensity of his gaze. My eyes flicker to his lips that are slightly parted, and I suck my lip into my mouth, biting hard.
My eyes make their way back to Xavier's and if I thought his stare was intense before, I was severely wrong. His eyes were harbouring something between lust and desire, and I'm sure mine were too. His gaze drilled into mine, searching for something.
Does this mean he wants me the way I want him? How do I want him? Do I want him?
The thought alone scares me.
Unrequited feelings are annoying, but at least you know that nothing's gonna change. Whereas, if the feelings are mutual, everything changes. You go through so many things and have to work together to make it work and actually communicate with them.
His eyes travelled down to my lips and back up again, almost silently asking for permission.
Did I really want this?
Did he really want this?
Would this mean anything to him?
I searched his eyes for any kind of hesitation, but I think he's only hesitating because I am. I don't want him to be walking on eggshells, but I don't want to kiss him out of pity.
