realized were slipping down my cheeks.
Derek laces his fingers with mine and starts walking backwards. I let him pull me until we come to a full stop in the hallway. The door clicks shut and we are now left alone. Away from everyone else.
“Are you okay?” He whispers, the palm of his hands on either side of my face.
For the life of me I cannot seem to get out any words. I’m afraid that if I try to speak the dam will break and I will be a blubbering mess.
Instead, I do the next worst thing. I wrap my arms around Derek’s waist and hold on tight. I hold tighter that I’ve ever gripped anything in my entire life. Like a lifeline, I wrench my fists around the back of his shirt so tight that the collar nearly chokes him.
“Baby, talk to me. Who did this to you? Who broke your heart so bad that you’re crying such sad tears at what should be a happy moment?” He asks, but I still cannot talk. I keep my fists wound so tight that our bodies pull together so close and the heat from our bodies is felt right through the fabric of our clothes. “Shhh,” he rubs my back, pulling me even closer, if that’s possible. “Just relax. I’m sorry. We don’t need to talk right now.”
Once I manage to calm down, I loosen my grip and pull away just enough so that I can look into his eyes. “Soon. I promise.” I whisper back.
Derek smiles down at me, lifts the hem of his shirt and wipes away the remaining tears on my cheeks. God he is such a good man.
“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up before Shane and Alli make their way up here.” Derek wraps his arm around my shoulder and leads us back into the room and straight to the private bathroom in the Box. Luckily, no one is in there. I wouldn’t be able to face anyone looking like this.
Neither of us say a word as Derek takes a paper towel, wets it and dabs my cheeks and forehead with the damp cloth. I look up at him and watch as he takes special care of me. He is so gentle. So sweet. So caring.
He reaches for another paper towel never taking his gaze off mine. He presses the dry cloth against my cheeks. Dabbing lightly. The look in his eyes is so endearing. “You are so beautiful.” He whispers.
On instinct, I lift up on my toes and lay my lips over his. His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. His mouth opens slightly. His tongue slipping out to trace the curve of my lips. He does it so gently. So sensual. So sweet. I melt right into his tall lean body. I lose my breath in his tender kiss. A moan escapes my throat and I feel his other hand snake around to my lower back pulling me in tight against him. He feels so good. Sliding his hand along my curves and caressing my behind makes me whimper. I want to be so much closer to him than this. I push into him until his back hits the wall. I slide my hands up the front of his shirt, wanting to feel more of him. Needing to feel so close, I lift the hem of his shirt until I can place my lips on his bare chest. I want him.
Derek whispers in my ear, “Chels.”
I shake my head, because talking is not what I want to do right now.
“Chelsea, honey. Look at me.”
I don’t want to look up at him. If I do it will end. I don’t what this to stop. Not yet, anyway.
All too soon, he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. He closes his eyes and releases a long breath of air and says, “We better stop.” I nod my head even though stopping is not what I want to do right now. “They’ll be up here soon.”
“Yeah.” Is all I say. I smooth out the wrinkles I created on Derek’s shirt. However, the black spots on the lower part of his shirt is useless. “I’m sorry.” My mascara is all over it.
“Don’t be.” Derek gives me one last hug before pulling open the door.
We walk out to everyone swaying to the music by James Blunt. It really is such a wonderful night.
Moments later, the door opens and in walks Shane and Alli. She is surprised to see all of us. She immediately spots me
Derek laces his fingers with mine and starts walking backwards. I let him pull me until we come to a full stop in the hallway. The door clicks shut and we are now left alone. Away from everyone else.
“Are you okay?” He whispers, the palm of his hands on either side of my face.
For the life of me I cannot seem to get out any words. I’m afraid that if I try to speak the dam will break and I will be a blubbering mess.
Instead, I do the next worst thing. I wrap my arms around Derek’s waist and hold on tight. I hold tighter that I’ve ever gripped anything in my entire life. Like a lifeline, I wrench my fists around the back of his shirt so tight that the collar nearly chokes him.
“Baby, talk to me. Who did this to you? Who broke your heart so bad that you’re crying such sad tears at what should be a happy moment?” He asks, but I still cannot talk. I keep my fists wound so tight that our bodies pull together so close and the heat from our bodies is felt right through the fabric of our clothes. “Shhh,” he rubs my back, pulling me even closer, if that’s possible. “Just relax. I’m sorry. We don’t need to talk right now.”
Once I manage to calm down, I loosen my grip and pull away just enough so that I can look into his eyes. “Soon. I promise.” I whisper back.
Derek smiles down at me, lifts the hem of his shirt and wipes away the remaining tears on my cheeks. God he is such a good man.
“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up before Shane and Alli make their way up here.” Derek wraps his arm around my shoulder and leads us back into the room and straight to the private bathroom in the Box. Luckily, no one is in there. I wouldn’t be able to face anyone looking like this.
Neither of us say a word as Derek takes a paper towel, wets it and dabs my cheeks and forehead with the damp cloth. I look up at him and watch as he takes special care of me. He is so gentle. So sweet. So caring.
He reaches for another paper towel never taking his gaze off mine. He presses the dry cloth against my cheeks. Dabbing lightly. The look in his eyes is so endearing. “You are so beautiful.” He whispers.
On instinct, I lift up on my toes and lay my lips over his. His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. His mouth opens slightly. His tongue slipping out to trace the curve of my lips. He does it so gently. So sensual. So sweet. I melt right into his tall lean body. I lose my breath in his tender kiss. A moan escapes my throat and I feel his other hand snake around to my lower back pulling me in tight against him. He feels so good. Sliding his hand along my curves and caressing my behind makes me whimper. I want to be so much closer to him than this. I push into him until his back hits the wall. I slide my hands up the front of his shirt, wanting to feel more of him. Needing to feel so close, I lift the hem of his shirt until I can place my lips on his bare chest. I want him.
Derek whispers in my ear, “Chels.”
I shake my head, because talking is not what I want to do right now.
“Chelsea, honey. Look at me.”
I don’t want to look up at him. If I do it will end. I don’t what this to stop. Not yet, anyway.
All too soon, he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. He closes his eyes and releases a long breath of air and says, “We better stop.” I nod my head even though stopping is not what I want to do right now. “They’ll be up here soon.”
“Yeah.” Is all I say. I smooth out the wrinkles I created on Derek’s shirt. However, the black spots on the lower part of his shirt is useless. “I’m sorry.” My mascara is all over it.
“Don’t be.” Derek gives me one last hug before pulling open the door.
We walk out to everyone swaying to the music by James Blunt. It really is such a wonderful night.
Moments later, the door opens and in walks Shane and Alli. She is surprised to see all of us. She immediately spots me
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