We were both a bit drunk from the gig. When he was drunk he turned from a sweet, innocent, ginger boy to a sultry, bedroom eyed man. He was too sexy to even put into words. He had me against the wall, next to the door of his flat. He kissed me hard. Then he stumbled with his keys to open the door. I was dizzy from the alcohol, in a trance from his kisses. After a minute, he got the door unlocked, and took my hand. He led me in the doorway, he threw his keys onto the table by the door, shutting it behind us. He held my face in his hands, kissing me, gently and passionately. Our bodies were pressed up against each other, the heat rising. My breathing was rapid, yet spaced. I wanted him...all of him, but I knew it wasn't time yet.
"Babe, wait..." I whispered, going with my better judgement. "What's wrong?" he asked, in a quiet, concerned voice. "Not yet, I'm not that kind of girl," I explained. He kissed me lightly, my face still in his hands, "okay, love. We will watch a film, yeah?" I smiled, "Yeah." He kissed me, then picked me up, my legs around his waist. He sat us on the couch, and turned on the TV. We decided to watch the Fresh Prince of Bel Air, instead of a movie. I was still draped in his lap, he would every few moments place a soft kiss on my neck, leaving electricity going through my body and a smile spread across my face.
His phone was in his pocket, it vibrated which made me jump. He checked his message and laughed, "Murray said you might want to stay here for the night." We both knew what that meant. "Would you mind?" I asked. He gave me a boy-ish grin, "SLUMBER PARTY!" He exclaimed, laughing. I kissed him. He was literal perfection. I didn't want to leave, I never wanted to leave. We watched a few episodes of fresh prince, then got a bit bored. "What do you want to do?" He asked, like a child, bored on a summer day. "I don't know. What do you want to do?" I replied, just as immaturely. His face lit up, "I have an idea, I'll beat you to my room!" I knew it wouldn't be anything inappropriate, since I already told him I wasn't ready, which I was now second guessing.
We both leaped from the couch, his flat booming with our laughter. I beat him, and jumped into his bed, him following a second behind. He jumped, rolling me on top of him. I stradled his waist, kissing him gently, his hands on my thighs. He sat up, moving his hands to my face. He kissed me, "Okay, now why we're really in here..." He placed me on the bed and got up. He walked to his closet and took out a giant tote of legos. "Oh. My. God." I said, excitedly. I jumped off the bed, and sat on the floor next to Ed, and the beautiful tote.
We dug right in and started creating master pieces out of the tiny, colorful blocks. I built him a heart with his name in the center. He smiled, "I'll keep it this way forever." He placed it on the stand next to his TV, where he would always see it. When he sat down, I got up and sat in his lap, my legs around his stomach, my arms around his neck. I kissed him, hard. He put his hands on my back, and kissed me back lightly. "I'm going to miss you so much..." He whispered. "I know, I am to," I replied quietly.
He stood up, and brought us to his bed. We laid down, our bodies still intertwined. "Kelsey, are you falling?" He asked, reminding me of the lyrics in his new song. I was hesitant but whispered the three little word anyways, "yes." He kissed me softly. "Don't go," two simple words that make my heart skip. "I have to, we already have tickets and plans. Maybe I'll come back. Maybe we'll meet again," I explained. "But what if we don't?" He asked. "Then it was just a few days of fun. Everything that is meant to be will work out perfectly," I replied, quietly.
He gathered me in his arms, holding me tighter than ever before. He kissed my forehead so lightly, it was like a feather brushing across it. He played with my hair until we fell asleep. We awoke the next morning, in the same position. We were cuddled close, wrapped up in the sheets.
"Breakfast, on me?" He asked, as he saw me open my eyes. "Can we stay in?" I asked. He smiled and kissed me, "of course." He got out of bed and decided to make us some pancakes. We ate, and by the time we were finished it was noon. My train left at 230. "I better go," I said, sadly. His face went from cheery to miserable in two seconds. "I'll walk you," he replied. I gathered my things from his flat, looking around one last time. I didn't want to leave. There was an itching in my soul to stay, to stay with him forever.
We got to my hotel and the depart was sorrowful. "Text me. Don't forget about me, I miss you already," he said, sadness making his voice shake. "I won't forget...I'll never forget." He wrapped me in a tight hug, and kissed me. Leaving me completely breathless. "Until we meet again," he whispered. I tried to forced a smile, but couldn't, "until we meet again."