couch, plopping myself down, curling into a ball. I heard Tyler laugh as he hung his coat up and made his way over to me. He knelt on the floor in front of my face, his eyes filled with humor.
“I’m glad my bloated discomfort is amusing you,” I grumbled.
Tyler ran his hand through my hair. “Okay, I will back off trying to feed you all the time.” He ran his nose along mine and gave me a quick kiss then stood up. “Come on, let’s go cuddle in bed.”
Reluctantly , I stood up with him and took my coat off to head upstairs. Tyler grabbed my jacket from me and hung it up, then followed me up the spiral stairs, resting his hand on my lower back. Once we got into his room I rummaged through his top drawer of t-shirts as Tyler started to unbutton his dress shirt. I pulled out my favorite gray Michigan shirt of his. It was so soft and comfy. I loved how it was loose and smelled like him. I shuffled out of my dress and unhooked my bra, throwing on the t-shirt not even thinking that Tyler was standing in the room watching me.
Once I was done I turned around to find him staring at me with his head cocked to the side, shirt off with hungry eyes.
“I thought we were going to cuddle,” I said sternly while pointing my finger at him.
A sexy smile spread across his lips as he held his hands up. “Just enjoying the view. You are so sexy in my t-shirts.” His eyes were burning with pleasure. I slowly moved towards him, my hair cascading down over my breasts. “You would look hot in one of these,” he whispered, holding up his dress shirt. I arched an eyebrow at him.
“Good to know. I will put that in my pocket for later,” I murmured, standing in front of him. I could smell his cologne. Oh, he smelled so good.
His stomach was so tau t, prickles and all. I smiled when I looked at the small traces of stubble, curiously thinking what he would look like if he didn’t wax. I’m sure he would still be sexy as hell. Nothing would change how I felt when I looked at him. He was the switch to my libido, and that would never change.
I lifted my hands and placed them on his pecks, caressing his taut skin. He closed his eyes and relaxed, letting a low hum escape from his throat. I ran my hands to his shoulders, gently massaging, letting one hand go up his neck to the back of his head into his hair, making circles with my thumb on his scalp. My touch still got to him. I loved how he was so sensitive. I loved that my touch meant something to him, like I was the only one who could penetrate his hard exterior and see into his soul.
His eyes fluttered open and stared down at me, looking drunk with compassion as I moved my hand from his chest to stroke his cheek. “I love when you touch me. Your hands erase everything that makes me edgy, nervous, frustrated… all that runs through my mind is your beautiful baby blues staring up at me , calming every nerve in my body.”
My heart swelled at his words.
He said he loved when I touched him… Oh only if I could have the courage to tell him I loved him!
“I’m in my own world when I’m with you, where no one can do or say anything to piss me off. It’s just you and me, perfect and tranquil,” he sighed.
His eyes grew wide with fear as though something dark crossed his mind. “Don’t leave me again,” he croaked. “I’m going to do everything possible to make you happy, but please, don’t ever give up on me.”
His fear was heart breaking and sobering all at once. He was still apprehensive about our renewed relationship. I needed him so much more than he knew. I don’t think I could have the strength to leave him again. Only if he knew it was the other way around. I was so average while he was so… perfect. Who’s to say he wouldn’t leave me? I was just as frightened.
“I’m here, Ty. I will always be here. As long as we learn from our mistakes together, okay?” I gently massaged the back
“I’m glad my bloated discomfort is amusing you,” I grumbled.
Tyler ran his hand through my hair. “Okay, I will back off trying to feed you all the time.” He ran his nose along mine and gave me a quick kiss then stood up. “Come on, let’s go cuddle in bed.”
Reluctantly , I stood up with him and took my coat off to head upstairs. Tyler grabbed my jacket from me and hung it up, then followed me up the spiral stairs, resting his hand on my lower back. Once we got into his room I rummaged through his top drawer of t-shirts as Tyler started to unbutton his dress shirt. I pulled out my favorite gray Michigan shirt of his. It was so soft and comfy. I loved how it was loose and smelled like him. I shuffled out of my dress and unhooked my bra, throwing on the t-shirt not even thinking that Tyler was standing in the room watching me.
Once I was done I turned around to find him staring at me with his head cocked to the side, shirt off with hungry eyes.
“I thought we were going to cuddle,” I said sternly while pointing my finger at him.
A sexy smile spread across his lips as he held his hands up. “Just enjoying the view. You are so sexy in my t-shirts.” His eyes were burning with pleasure. I slowly moved towards him, my hair cascading down over my breasts. “You would look hot in one of these,” he whispered, holding up his dress shirt. I arched an eyebrow at him.
“Good to know. I will put that in my pocket for later,” I murmured, standing in front of him. I could smell his cologne. Oh, he smelled so good.
His stomach was so tau t, prickles and all. I smiled when I looked at the small traces of stubble, curiously thinking what he would look like if he didn’t wax. I’m sure he would still be sexy as hell. Nothing would change how I felt when I looked at him. He was the switch to my libido, and that would never change.
I lifted my hands and placed them on his pecks, caressing his taut skin. He closed his eyes and relaxed, letting a low hum escape from his throat. I ran my hands to his shoulders, gently massaging, letting one hand go up his neck to the back of his head into his hair, making circles with my thumb on his scalp. My touch still got to him. I loved how he was so sensitive. I loved that my touch meant something to him, like I was the only one who could penetrate his hard exterior and see into his soul.
His eyes fluttered open and stared down at me, looking drunk with compassion as I moved my hand from his chest to stroke his cheek. “I love when you touch me. Your hands erase everything that makes me edgy, nervous, frustrated… all that runs through my mind is your beautiful baby blues staring up at me , calming every nerve in my body.”
My heart swelled at his words.
He said he loved when I touched him… Oh only if I could have the courage to tell him I loved him!
“I’m in my own world when I’m with you, where no one can do or say anything to piss me off. It’s just you and me, perfect and tranquil,” he sighed.
His eyes grew wide with fear as though something dark crossed his mind. “Don’t leave me again,” he croaked. “I’m going to do everything possible to make you happy, but please, don’t ever give up on me.”
His fear was heart breaking and sobering all at once. He was still apprehensive about our renewed relationship. I needed him so much more than he knew. I don’t think I could have the strength to leave him again. Only if he knew it was the other way around. I was so average while he was so… perfect. Who’s to say he wouldn’t leave me? I was just as frightened.
“I’m here, Ty. I will always be here. As long as we learn from our mistakes together, okay?” I gently massaged the back
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