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25.)

Kiara:

I couldn't describe our trip as anything less than perfect.

Chris treated me like a queen. We woke up Thursday just in time for brunch. Chris ordered room service, and we enjoyed a fruit salad, Belgian waffles, a delicious quiche, and greek yogurt. We decided to hold off on the wine until we got back, because Chris wanted to drive. He wouldn't tell me where we were going, so it was a surprise when he pulled into the parking lot of Tyson's Corner. When he said I could get whatever I wanted on him, I nearly had a heart attack. He basically dragged me into Bloomingdales, and I freaked out upon seeing all of the designer stores inside of it. I didn't want him to buy me anything, but he insisted on at least getting me a Louis Vuitton bag. We spent at least an hour in more than five different stores each. Chris was having me try on so many different outfits and shoes-- I had to be the one to say I was tired.

Yet after we ate a small snack at Aunty Anne's, this man still wasn't finished. Chris took me to get my eyebrows and nails done. He also insisted on getting a fresh manicure for himself, which I found extremely attractive. We then went to see a movie, though I couldn't tell you anything about it. I never got the chance to pay attention...

After a long day of being out for so long, Chris still had the energy to stop by a restaurant and pick us up something nice for dinner. The guy would not stop feeding me. 

I couldn't help but feast on the food he'd bought. The salmon and linguini was delicious. We accompanied it with the wine as planned.

I really felt like Chris was doing too much for me, so I convinced him to let me thank him by providing a massage. I'd been told my massages were great. Apparently Chris really liked it, resulting in our night ending with my panties in complete shreds on the floor, my silk robe crumpled up and tossed across the room, and Chris and I tangled under the sheets with nothing to separate our bare bodies.

There was no reason for a 17 year old boy to be so good at sex. Yet my boyfriend had me completing multiple orgasms both nights. The way both of us were so easily aroused by the other's pleasure made our sex life all the more interesting. I couldn't imagine being with anyone else so intimately.

There was no denying how deeply I'd fallen for Chris. It was like spending the alone time with him only amplified the feelings I'd been having-- as if new levels had been unlocked. Even if we had have simply sat in the hotel room and talked the entire time, I would've felt the same way. Hell, even if it was just a miniature getaway at one of our houses, I would've still been happy. The things he bought me didn't matter. The way he spoiled me was irrelevant. I liked Chris for who he was.... but in all honesty, I didn't know if just saying I liked him was enough for me anymore.

"I have such great taste." Chris gloated, grabbing my hand.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, you're a genius."

We were just leaving Fiola Mare, an elegantly themed restaurant at which Chris' mom reserved us a table. Chris had laid out my outfit for me as I'd gotten ready, choosing a navy blue spaghetti strapped dress that fell just above my knees and hugged every curve beautifully. I wore a pair of black, ankle-high strapped heels that gave me an otherworldly sense of dominance with every step. Chris looked amazing in his navy blue blazer, sporting a simple white tee underneath and dark jeans. A silver chain laid against his neck, completing the look. We honestly looked great separately and even better together.

"But seriously," he started, "you look so beautiful. Honestly, every time I look at you, I get speechless."

My heart fluttered at his words, and I looped our arms together, snuggling closer to him. After walking a little farther, Chris hailed us a taxi. I was grateful. We were initially going to walk, but it would've been 40 minutes, plus it had started to get cold. I didn't think I could handle that in heels. Taking a taxi caused the trip to be less than ten minutes.