Temptation

14 - Hero

After we finish the amazing meal she made, I take her on a tour of my apartment. Her eyes light up at the size of my bedroom saying, "My apartment fits in your bedroom alone!" I laugh with her because it is very true. Although, I did enjoy the closeness that the little apartment forced upon us that night.

We sit down on the white U-shaped couch, and I turn the TV on. I ask her to choose a movie, but she insists that I choose because she did the other night. I'm not really sure what her movie taste is other than my own movies which I will refuse to watch after the premiers. A movie that will make her want to be close to me. Horror!  I put on Texas Chainsaw Massacre—the newest version, and as soon as it started, she lays her head on my chest, and I wrap my arms around her shoulders. Every time there is 'scary music' or blood she covers her eyes with her hands; eventually I catch on and toss the blanket behind us, over her for her to use as a shield.

As the credits play, I check my phone to see that it's already 12AM and her eyes look very heavy. I want to ask her to stay but that would make me look like I want something from her. I don't want any sex; I just want to be close with her and I'm absolutely fried and just want some sleep too.

Fuck it. I'm risking it.

I look down at her and her eyes meet mine. "Stay the night with me?" I'm waiting for her to scream and punch me but instead she moves her head up and down in agreement. We walk to the bathroom and I grab one of the extra toothbrushes I brought here and hand it to her. We brush our teeth in front of the mirror together like an old married couple.

I wash my face with 3 different cleansers and then put Aveno on my face. "Wow. Princess," she comments. "Hey, I don't just look this beautiful by doing nothing." I snap back. "I wouldn't say that," she blurts out then covers her mouth with her hands, as if she was trying to hide what she just said. Her cheeks are a very bright pink while she tries to hide her embarrassment behind her hands. I want to make a snide comment back to her but instead, I try to settle her nerves. "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," I say with no doubt. "That cannot be true. You've dated models." "Those girls are pretty but none of them were you."

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I set her up in the bedroom, telling her to simply clap her hands when she wants the light off. I seem way too bougie in this apartment. As I head for the door, ready to sleep on the couch she grabs my hand. I turn to meet her eyes which show confusion, "Where are you going?" She asks me. Now I'm confused, not because of the question, I just did not want to assume that we would be sharing a bed. "The couch." "The fact that you invite me to spend the night, give me your clothes to wear, let me sleep in your bed and then leave, shows me that you are a gentleman, but I don't want you to sleep on the couch. Please?" She's practically begging me to share the bed with her. She doesn't even need to beg.

She's slipped on the white t-shirt I gave her which she smells as she did with my sweater and slips on the boxers. The t-shirt floats on her, covering the boxers that all I can see is her nude legs from her mid-thigh and down. Her legs are skinny, not as skinny as her arms, but I could easily wrap my hand around her calf. They are covered in bruises, probably from the lack of fat to protect her from any hits—or pushing.

I pick her up over my shoulder and she beings to jokingly scream at me and kicking at me to put her down. Her laughter is contagious, and she has me going now too, both of us filling the room with so much joy. As she is screaming for me to put her down, I gently lay her onto the bed, my left hand behind her head and my right hand on the small of her back. The laughter stops and turns into absolute passion. Starring into each other, I push her head forward to meet my lips. My mouth opens inviting her tongue into mine as I do the same to her. My heart is racing, and I can feel my entire body is on fire.