Stylist (book 1) - H.S

Chapter 19: Bad Habit.

A/N: I edited this myself as well!!! El in a TPWK hoodie that she cropped(: also link to the song is above!! This one is a good one for them..

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The walk back to our hotel seemed short, and instantly all I've wanted to do was take this dumb dress off.

"Unzip me?" I ask as I throw my purse on the bed, he tosses our shoes by the two suitcases, and comes to my aid, unzipping the dress from the top, letting is fingers graze my skin. I let the material slink on my body as I walk to the restroom with it undone. "I'm going to shower, if you fall asleep I'll wake you up before we go alright?" I ask, and he nods, staying silent as he has since we left the beach. I'm not sure why he's acting that way either, I think we had a cool moment, I enjoyed every second of our night, just because today will be all normal doesn't mean I'll forget the fun we had. I strip the dress from my body, turning on the shower, and stepping in after it warms up. Within seconds I'm joined by him, his hands slinking around my bare stomach as I face the stream of water.

"Are you alright Eleanor?" He asks, his chin resting on my shoulder as I reach up and wipe my face. I reach forward for the wash, and wash the makeup from my face.

"Of course I am, are you alright?" I ask him, and feel his lips pressing the softest kisses to my shoulders, and back. I don't turn around, but I don't acknowledge the sweet gesture.

"I'm fine." He tells me, his lips still on my shoulder, the softness never ceasing. "This hasn't changed.." He tells me, and it's not a question, it's a statement, like he knows.

"Hasn't changed." I repeat, not sure if I'm confirming his thoughts or just stating what he did, but whatever it is he's right, nothing has changed except me. I know how to let go now, I know that having fun won't prohibit my work, but that has nothing to do with him or the fact that we're sleeping together. "Unless you'd like it to.. I can go back to staying alone." I tell him, and he turns me around.

"I'd rather you not." He tells me, and I wrap my arms around his neck.

"It's settled then." I shrug, and he lets his arms fall as he reaches around me so he can wash himself up as well. We do exactly that, cleaning the night from our bodies, staying silent as we do, and the silence isn't uncomfortable or painful, it's casual. I turn to grab a towel and I wrap it around my body, leaving the bathroom, and heading straight for my suitcase. The sun is fully up now, and I can't believe I haven't slept since yesterday.

I reach for a sweatshirt, and stand myself back up, but I'm instantly greeted from behind a hand wrapped around my waist, and his lips pressed behind me ear, not saying a word. I feel the sweet breath as he breathes, and I feel his wet hair, still dripping from our shower. He slowly moves his hand inward, peeling the towel back from my body, and turning me slowly at the same time.

He looks straight into my eyes as he drops the only material covering me, and normally eye contact isn't completely common with us in these types of situations, but the strange feeling I get from it sends me into a new place. He pulls me to him by the small of my back, and his hands are soft as they contact my skin. I lift my chin to the kiss, taking in every second of his lips on mine, and he turns me so my back is facing the bed.

He brings us there together, taking control of the entire situation, another thing I'm not completely used to. I'm always in control, I'm in control of every feeling, every motion, every kiss, every word, but not right now. Right now he's carrying us. This is how we talk, this is how we communicate in our lives together, and I'm okay with that. His fingers dance up the skin of my thighs, and as he reaches my hips he takes his other hand, opening me to him. He hasn't broken our eye contact, and in this moment I feel like my heart might come straight from my chest. I've only ever felt this a couple times in my life, but for some reason I'm feeling it more often with him, every time he gives me one of those dumb looks, like he's doing right now.