Page 15 of Love Me Forever

I bring my lips down to hers and give her a kiss, before getting up and saying, “Your coffee’s beside you, Baby.”

Going into my closet, I grab a pair of jeans and come out to finish getting the rest of my clothes out for today. I’m fucking thankful for this weekend off. Next week I’ll be traveling and that’s something I’ll need to talk to Amelia about.

I watch her as I slowly strip out of my pajama pants, pulling on a pair of boxer briefs, then my jeans. She licks her lips, something I noticed she does when she likes something she sees or she wants me.

When I’m finished dressing, Amelia is still in bed drinking her coffee and I know if I stay in this room with her another second neither of us will be leaving until I’ve finally made her mine.

“Thank you, Damien, for the coffee. It’s delicious.”

“Anytime, Baby.” I respond and head towards the kitchen to scrounge us up something for breakfast. It won’t be much. Maybe eggs, if that even.

I look in the fridge and see I have egg whites, but no eggs, and bread. Fuck, if this doesn’t drive the point home that after I drop Amelia off at the shop, I’ll be hitting the store right away. I can’t have her here and have nothing for us to eat besides fast food or delivery.

I make some egg whites and doctor it up with some cheese that I had, throw some toast in the toaster.

“You cooked me breakfast?” She asks as she comes out dressed in a pair of wide leg floral pants and a black v neck tee. Fuck how am I supposed to leave her looking this fucking hot.

“I did, it’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.”

“It’s everything, Damien. I’m starving, thank you,” she says as she sits at the kitchen table and digs into her breakfast. I do the same, enjoying my time with her.

“This is so good, I can’t wait to return the favor tomorrow morning.” She says around a mouthful of eggs and toast.

“Can’t fuckin’ wait, Gorgeous.”

We finish our food before we head out the door.

Chapter Sixteen

Amelia

This weekend has been a dream. I kind of assumed we’d have sex or do more than what we did. I finally got to return the favor to Damien, and I don’t mean cooking him breakfast. I woke him up with my mouth wrapped around his cock. He had to show me what he liked best and I enjoyed every moment of it, especially when he grunted and came down my throat. I was preparing for it even as he told me he was about to come. He eagerly returned the favor over and over again, but alas no sex and I really am beginning to think he’s taking this whole going slow to heart. I may have to take matters into my own hands soon, if something doesn’t give. I mean, who would have thought a twenty-year-old virgin would be the aggressor in this situation.

It’s now Sunday evening and we just finished dinner. I decided on something easy and made lasagna. After Damien ate three helpings to my one, he finally declared he was full and helped clean up the kitchen. We’re laying on the couch, him on his laptop and me on my e reader when he says, “Baby, I’ll be out of town this week. I have a contract that’s hitting a brick fucking wall and they want me in Tokyo for four goddamned days and with the time difference it’ll likely be more.”

“I know you have to work, Damien. It’s okay. We’ll figure out how to talk once you’re settled in and figure out your schedule.”

“I don’t want to be gone that long from you. Fuck, I hate to even think about it,” he sighs aloud.

“It’s okay, we’ll text, call, and maybe video call and this week will fly by.” I’m silently dreading not sleeping in his arms. I’m going to have to steal a tee of his to sleep in, that way I can have him wrapped around me at night.

“Still, doesn’t make me feel any fucking better. Justin and I are looking at bringing in another partner to help shuffle shit around, so we both don’t have to carry the work load. That way we can both be home more often than not.”

“That will be a nice change of pace for you.”

I remember him telling me about all the traveling he’s done in the last couple of years and how he loved chasing the next big deal, but lately he’s been wanting to settle down and stay home more. I’m secretly hoping it has something to do with us.

“Fuck yea it will be, no more nights being away. I can’t fuckin’ wait,” he says as he gathers me close to him.

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