A Little More Of You
She's on the phone when he steps in, legs crossed on the couch. He smiles, sits on the coffee table and cradles her feet in his lap.
"It's allright, Mother. I'm fine."
There is noise at the other end. Vanessa grimaces. "I swear, mom," she whispers, carefully avoiding Nate's fingers (drawing circles against the soles of her feet.)
"What's wrong?" he grins when she finally hangs up.
She bites her lips, reaches out cups his cheek with one hand.
"Ruby told her- I was seeing someone."
"Oh, really." He leans closer, breath fluttering against the side of her face.
"Yes," –her cheeks are flushed- "And that my new- beau- happened to be prettier than me,"- she looks down, blushing furiously- "I think she's afraid you might break my heart."
Nate opens his mouth- there are no words really. He presses his lips to hers, soft and sweet.
"I would never hurt you," he swears, sounding solemn. He rests his forehead against hers.
It's his turn to be hesitant.
"Vanessa-" she looks up.
His mouth curves, hand warm against the skin of her back.
"I love you."