11.
After the show we immediately go to my house because we're both tired of our match. I throw my bag in the bathroom where my washing machine is. It feels great to go to your own home after a tiring match, I realize now. I offer a glass of wine to Adam and open a bottle and put two glasses in front of us before I fall into the couch. Adam already sits there and turns on the TV. I feel some sort of tension between us, but I don't know what to do with it, so I decide to change into something more comfortable than this skirt. When I'm in my room I look for something sexy that doesn't look like I put a lot of thought into it and put on a pair of really short loose white shorts and a pink tank top which looks very revealing but very simple. I walk back into the room and see him checking my body out. I know he has seen me in more revealing outfits than this because I've been in the lingerie-diva special and competed in bras and panties-matches before but I still like it. He has put on the news on the TV and we watch it together. I lean onto his shoulder with my head as if I'm really tired and put my bare feet on the coffee table. I feel really comfortable now and stay quiet because it feels good. After the news he changes to a rerun of an old sitcom and we watch it together. When he puts his arm around my shoulder I look up to him and he is watching me too with a grin on his face.
Our mouths slowly come closer and I feel our lips connecting and opening. I think about the fact this is our first real kiss after we kissed many times before and smile about that thought. I turn my body so we can kiss better and he puts his hands on my hips and caresses the sides of my body. I feel tingles all over and honestly I can't wait to take him to bed, but at the same time I want this moment to last forever. Still kissing me he brings his hand to my breast and squeezes it lightly. His other hand goes to my butt. I run my hands through his hair and get out the hair band that ties it together so the blonde hairs fall onto his shoulders. Then I pull at his shirt and manage to get it over his head. With my fingers I trace his strong muscles until I pull my mouth off of his and whisper to him:
'Let's go to my bedroom.' He looks at me with his naughty smile, turns off the TV and takes my hand and follows me to my bedroom.