And Then (Part 1)

Chapter 7

I wake up and his arm is across my stomach with it wrapped tightly around me, I like the weight of his arm there. I try not to move; I don't want to wake him. I just lay here thinking about last night. We made love again and again, I've lost count as to how many times. It was like magic. Just thinking about it makes me smile.

"Good morning beautiful!" I turn to see him smiling at me. "How long have you been awake?" He shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know, maybe just a little while. You looked like an angel, so peaceful, smiling in your sleep" he replied. "I only just smiled now."

"No. You've been smiling all morning. You only just opened your eyes a second ago." He kisses my nose and I turn and lay my arm across his stomach. We continue to just lay there hugging each other. I eventually struggle to move up on the bed so I can kiss him on the lips and I finally manage it, with no help from him. He just smiles into our kiss. I look at his hazel eyes and all of a sudden they shift to green. I go to pull away to say something about it but he moves so fast. He has a condom on and has pulled my leg over his and is inside of me that quickly. Oh my. Within a short amount of time, I'm coming and so is he. He then pulls out and gets rid of the condom. I think about the fact that maybe I need to go on birth control if we're going to always be like this and I blush. "Why are you blushing?" He caresses my cheek gently. "It's nothing." I reply shyly. "Tell me?" He asked so sweetly that I decide to tell him.

"I was just thinking that maybe I need to go on birth control if we're going to keep at it like this." Admitting that makes me blush some more. He pushes me onto my back and smiles while hovering over me "Really? You would do that? I can't imagine how it would feel to be inside of you without one of these things on." He holds up a fresh condom packet, which he brings to his teeth, rips open and then puts it on. And he's back inside of me just like that. He slowly moves in and out rotating his hips. I can't get enough. I lift my hips up to meet his again and again. This time we continue like this for what feels like forever and then he thrusts into me and there's a need in his eyes. He takes one of my legs and rests it on his shoulder and I instinctively wrap the other one around his waist and he feels deeper like this. He then thrusts and I lift into him again and again and again, over and over until we both finally explode together.

He collapses next to me. "What are you doing to me? Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining but, wow."

"What am I doing to you? The better question is how is any of this real? Yesterday I thought maybe I was dreaming, or maybe I actually did fall and hit my head and ended up with a concussion, or maybe I'm in a coma. None of this feels real, and if I'm unconscious somewhere, I don't ever want to wake up." Harrison gets up on his elbow and looks down at me smiling. "Same." I look back at him "What?" I ask him.

"I feel the same way." He leaves it at that. I smile at him and he kisses me. My stomach growls and he laughs, "We better get dressed and get you something to eat."

"We need to shower again." He smiles wickedly at me in response to my shower comment. "That is not what I meant Harrison, not that the thought didn't cross my mind, but we will never leave this room if we keep thinking like that." I insist. "And what would be so wrong with that?" he complains.

"I'm pretty sure I read something about you having a book signing today? I ask. "I remember that back when I was still in America, I was thinking that I should go to that signing so I could finally meet you in person, it was one of the few things I was looking forward to on this trip. That signing and maybe some concerts for a few bands I like that are supposed to be here. I never dreamed that any of this would happen. I imagined going to the signing a hundred times. I would hold out the book to you and our fingers would touch as you took it from me. Our eyes would meet, and you would look at me a little longer than normal and then you would ask for my name so you could sign my book. You would smile at me as you hand it back and our fingers would touch again. I would reach out to shake your hand and you would hold onto it but then it would be the next person's turn and I would be ushered away. I would look back at you and you would still be looking at me until the next person in line speaks to you. I would linger in the store hoping to see you again, hoping that you wanted to see me again too. I played out so many different scenarios like that, most times we met and got to know each other but it was never anything like this. Ok, maybe one time there was some heavy petting, but nothing like this."