Aaron has is arms wrapped around my waist planting kisses through my hair and down my face before arriving at my lips. I press myself against him, threading my fingers through his hair and along his jaw line. Cupping his face in my hands. He gently pulls his face away from mine, my hands still firmly cupping his chin. "Bed," is all he says a grin painting his strikingly beautiful features. I stumble backwards, smiling as a climb onto the bed. He doesn't take his eyes off me, as though he's afraid that, if he does, I'll disappear in the blink of an eye. But I won't. I won't.
We kiss again, harder than before and we lean into each other. His hands creep up under my shirt unclasping my bra. "Arms up, love," I reach my arms into the air as he pulls my t-shirt over my head and discards it in the direction of the bathroom. My bra now hangs limply, and I discard that as well. Warner takes me in, his eyes searching my body and I rip his shirt off, the thin material pulling apart easily between my fingers. I lie back on the bed and his hands are roaming my body. The rest of our clothes are off before I notice it. "Juliette, love," Aaron mumbles. "Aaron," I sigh back as my hands feel his chest. He leans his body onto mine and he kisses my chest and my hands are in his hair again pulling him close to me. I want to be this close to him for the rest of my life.