Page 65 of All Stars Fall
“As in my boobs inspired you or something else?”
He burst out laughing. “While I do find your boobs especially inspirational…” He leaned down and kissed the side of my mouth. “I’m afraid I’m a bit more obsessed with this.” He pressed his palm to the center of my chest. “And when I get obsessed, I write.”
Tears filled my eyes. “You’re—you’re writing about me?”
“You. Your heart. Your beautiful soul. Yes.”
“Are you done?” I moved slowly.
He scribbled something else down and studied the paper. “Why?”
“Because I’m about ready to seduce you for saying those words, for writing a song—you do realize how sexy that is, right?”
He shifted his gaze to me. “Yeah, I’m actually just writing my name over and over again. Took you long enough.”
I tossed a pillow at him.
He caught it and then caught me by the wrists and pinned me against the mattress. “I’m kidding, I really am writing about you. People like songs that have passion, and I’m feeling very passionate—about you.”
“Keep saying things like that and you won’t get rid of me.” I used a teasing tone, but part of me didn’t want to tease.
He drew out a long kiss against my lips and whispered into the night, “Good.”
I fell asleep against him, the heat of his body almost as addicting as his kiss.
I woke up with him wrapped around me.
With a smile on my face.
And contentment in my heart.
Being with him had been different, a good different. It felt like we fit and for the first time in years it was like the universe was putting me back on the right path, with him. Maybe I left Cunningham Falls for him, for this.
I knew I had to get up early to work, but I really, really wanted to stay in bed with him with the fireplace on.
Grumbling, I got out of his massive bed and started putting my clothes back on from the night before. At least the walk of shame was only a few doors down.
I smiled to myself and quickly ran to my room to get ready.
An hour later, the house was still dark. I tiptoed back to the master and found him sitting up writing again.
“Same song?”
“Yeah.” He looked up and smiled. “You headed to work?”
“Somebody has to make coffee in the shit hole.” I crossed my arms and gave him a little taunting look.
He groaned. “I’m sorry, it just came out. I think I was exhausted and—sorry, there’s no excuse. It’s a really small coffee shop—that happens to have the best coffee in Seaside. Forgive me?”
“You may need to earn more forgiveness.” I raised my eyebrows then shot him a suggestive smile. “Hard labor. I’m owed more nakedness, don’t you think?”
“As much as you want.” He set his papers aside, stood, and slowly sauntered toward me. I knew he didn’t do it on purpose. He oozed sexuality, and now that we’d been together, it was impacting me so severely that my thighs were trembling and my body was already buzzing with awareness of what it felt like to have him inside me, to hold him tight and cling to him like he was my universe. “You know…” He tilted my chin toward him. “I’m this close to asking how much they pay you so I can double it and keep you in bed.”
“Ah, but the world needs me.” I laughed. “Oh, and that’s prostitution, Trevor, so maybe let’s not get arrested today, okay?”
He laughed. “Fine. I’ll see you at one?”
“Want me to grab Subway for the kids or something?”
