Page 48 of Blue Eyes & Paris Vibes

“Yes,” I breathe, and I don’t think anything could wipe the smile that’s forming on my face. “Please.”

I accept his kiss happily, squealing in surprise when his tongue teases at my lips.

“I didn’t brush my teeth,” I whisper with a giggle, but he only draws back a millimeter.

“Neither did I. Do I look like I give a fuck?”

“Touché,” I say, running my fingers through his hair, fisting it to draw him closer, desperate to finally kiss him properly, morning breath be damned.

Reed - 5 Weeks Later

Mywholebodyhumswith anticipation as I wait for Abby to open the door. I think today might be the day. After a year of wondering if I’d ever see her again, a whirlwind week in Paris, and four weeks of dating back in London, I hope today is finally the day I get to have her again.

Just like I promised, I’m taking things slow, the proper way, you could say. Sure, she spent every night in my bed during our time in Paris, but that was only because I couldn’t stand the thought of a night without her in my arms or waking up without her beside me. “No funny business,” as she put it. And honestly? If sticking to that means this becomes more than just a vacation fling, it’s a price I’m more than happy to pay.

We jumped right into bed, skipping the awkward dates, the courting, the ‘will he kiss me goodnight when he gets me home?’ but turns out, I want that with her.

Only our dates aren’t awkward, there is no question whether she wants me to kiss her, and we already work like we’ve been a couple for years.

Returning from Paris was a cruel awakening and the ultimate test forus. For her, it meant returning to her real life and finding a place for me in it. Her day job often leaves her so drained, she sometimes can’t even muster the emotional strength to see me or falls asleep minutes after dinner.

For me, it meant turning a large part of my life around. While Adam got better at leaving me alone with last-minute replacements, I now put a complete stop to it and took some much needed time off. Finally, I have time to rediscover who I am outside of modeling and going to the gym to keep my body in shape for work. I've even gotten into cooking!

Finding time together was challenging enough, and when we found some, we spent it getting to know each other. Now I know that her favorite movie as a child wasLilo and Stitch, that her brother’s nickname for her used to be Abby-Dabby and she hated that she shared a name with one of the geese fromAristocatsbecause he used to make fun of her for it.

It took us a little while, but we’ve fallen into a great rhythm now. Some days when she's not getting her behind kicked in 'UNO' by her friends, I’ll come to her place with agreed-upon takeout, other days I cook for her or we whip up something together. And today?

Well, today might be special because she offered to cook some fancy risotto for me and that’s a first in our little routine. Apparently she got the recipe from her grandmother who lived in Italy for a while. It didn’t stop me from bringing dessert, though, courtesy of Jackson’s girlfriend, who works in a bakery and makes the most divine pastries.

And if my charm doesn’t get the point across, these pastries will, because I’m convinced these little strawberry tarts can charm the pants off anyone.

There’s no way I’m imagining it, the way the air sizzles between us when our eyes meet, the lingering gazes and touches, like we don’t want to let the other go again… Yet neither of us quite dares to make the first move. How’s that for dating awkwardness?

But it stops today. Because I literally cannot wait any longer. One year, not knowing if I’d ever see her again, was torture in itself, and now that I’ve found her and realize that she makes my heart flutter just as badly, my body is aching to be inside her. To claim her, officially as mine, to watch her fall apart beneath my hands, shout my name with pleasure dripping from her voice.

Fuck. Just the thought of it sends my blood straight to my cock.

“Come on,” I whisper under my breath and press the bell to her apartment again.

“One second,” she calls from behind the door, her voice muffled. I shift my weight, foot scraping lightly against the floor, nervousness making my belly tingle and anticipation tugging the corners of my mouth into a wide smile. But when the door finally opens, I freeze, eyes wide, and mouth parted, nearly dropping the desserts in my hands.

Holy fuck.

No, I most definitely didn’t imagine it. Because Abby, my beautiful, wonderful girlfriend, is leaning against the doorframe like it’s the cover of a magazine, one hip popped, a cheeky smile playing on her lips, and wearing just about the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen.

There are straps and sheer white lace that displays more than it hides, and I can’t help it, my eyes are instantly drawn to her boobs, nipples peeking through the see-through fabric.

“You want to come in?” she asks in a seductive whisper, lifting her eyebrow, as her smile turns from mischievous to amused.

That’s when I shake off the spell she just put on me.

“Fuck yes, I want to come int,” I growl, pushing my way inside and kick the door closed behind me. I blindly set the bag of pastries on the counter and miss it. I hear them fall to the ground, but I can’t bring myself to care.

All I can think about is her.

My arm snakes around her waist, pulling her flush to me as my hand finds the curve of her neck, fingers threading through her hair, keeping her head right there as I capture her lips in a scorching kiss.

“Fuck, you look beautiful,” I whisper against her lips, only breaking the kiss because I need to catch my breath. She bites her lip, eyelashes fluttering as her eyes jump between mine, lipstick smeared around her mouth and, without a doubt, mine too.

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