As soon as I had told the Girls about mine and Rob's plans for tonight; they insisted that they helped me get dressed up for tonight. I was still a little unsure about this, especially as Ashley was involved and she was even more than Alice when it came to dressing me up; A LOT WORSE.
But I allowed them to do it; knowing that the Girls would always end up making me happy with the transformation, and that was one thing that I loved my Girls for.
'It's like a proper sleepover!' Ashley thrilled, as she jumped carelessly on my bed. Luckily, she was only like five foot nothing, so it wasn't as though she had the strength to break the bed or anything, but it was still pissing me off as Tasha and Nikki attempted to do my hair and make-up with me sitting on the bouncing bed.
Normally it wouldn't piss me off so much at all, but tonight; my nerves were in shreds. I knew that Rob and I had had sex before, but this just felt different to me somehow. I wasn't sure why, but it just felt more…special, because I knew what was going to happen, and because we were actually in a real relationship too.
'Ashley, would you stop fucking bouncing on the bed please!' I practically screamed at her. I knew that I sounded so unfair, and for that; I regretted my attitude, but I still felt so nervous.
'Sorry, Kristen,' she stopped automatically; her tiny voice saddened. I instantly wanted to apologize to her. She was like a Sister, who was only trying to help in her own, small way. She was too much alike her character.
'No; I'm sorry, Ashley. I'm just nervous.' I admitted; breathing out a very shaky breathe in response to my words.
She smiled at me, and climbed down from the bed, to sit herself next to me. 'I know how you feel Kristen, but trust me; he'll love what we dressed you in.' She promised, winking once at me, before giggling.
I felt my cheeks get hot in response to her compliment. I had to admit to myself internally that I had thought that they had been a bit daring too. I had on a frilly, very small, blue bra that Ashley had brought for me, after telling me that she was sure that it would look great on me, and Rob wouldn't be able to resist me; for that, I had to wear it., and small, matching panties to go with it, and small, see-through shorts that hung on my pretty, blue stockings.
And what was worse was the fact that just as I was about to get into the bathroom to have a both a shower and a bath-the shower was to wash my hair, shave, and moisturize, and the bath was just to relax-Ashley threw a small bottle of 'Victoria's Secret' Naughty-Bubbles bath.
Okay, this was beyond embarrassing, and I could have killed my friends, if it wasn't for the fact that…well, I wanted to try and be sexy, which was a bit hard when you had someone as gorgeous as Robert Pattinson lying next to you every night.
He was a god, beyond sexy, and as I was his Girlfriend-I think you could definitely call me that-I wanted to impress him.
My dress was pretty; it was a bit darker than the blue color of my underwear, and was quite short, but was very pretty. The dress material was satin, and had a thin white stripe of satin going around the middle and at the very end of the dress.
They left my hair it's usual away with tender curls and waves running through some of the strands perfectly. They knew that Rob liked my hair better natural; wavy-curly, so I was glad that it was left like that.
My make-up was quite natural, leaving my face its usual porcelain color, but simply adding a little bit of blush on my cheeks for that creamy, rose look, which looked adoringly perfect. They put a little bit of mascara on, and eyeliner; matching the blue to go with my dress underneath my eyes, and put on a slightly-darker lip-stick and lip-gloss to make my lips look better defined.
Ashley and Rachael was in the living room, doing something or other before Robert came around, but I was not allowed to look. They had shut the door so that I didn't see my living room being decorated in the exact way that Rob wanted.
Because of course; we couldn't go out together, or we would just have to arrive separately and leave separately to cause as little rumors as possible. And it sucked; so rather than go out; we decided to stay in, where Rob decided to decorate my hotel room the way he wanted, and cooked dinner for me.
I felt like the luckiest girl alive right now.
'How are you feeling?' Tasha asked me as she fiddled about with the last out-of-place strand of hair that was at the side of my head.
I took a deep breath, and answered her when I was finally calm; well, calmer anyway. 'I'm nervous.' I admitted; feeling slightly a-fool wearing something so…sexy. It wasn't me, it made me feel uncomfortable, and I was sure that it would work in order to seduce Rob properly.
'Honey, you have nothing to worry about.' Nikki almost laughed at me, and as she admired me in my dressing room mirror. She sat beside me, and took my shaking, right hand in hers. 'If he doesn't realize just how sexy you are tonight, then he never will. Isn't that right, Tasha?' She looked over to Tasha then.
I couldn't see Tasha properly, as she was s still fiddling about with the back of my hair, but in the tall mirror; I saw her nod her head in response. 'Yeah, definitely; how could he ever resist you tonight?' She asked with a giggle.
'Exactly,' Nikki agreed; flashing her Hollywood-perfect smile. 'And if he doesn't take you tonight then I think you might actually have to start checking his phone, because he would definitely have to be gay, to not-'
'Okay Nikki, I get the point.' I interrupted her; my nervousness kicking in. She giggled in response to that.
I had a new fear now, though. I had quite a short dress on…how did I sit properly, without…well looking like a complete slag basically?
'Okay guys; I have a question; should I sit like this?' I asked; crossing my legs so that I was completely covered. That seemed like a good idea.
'You've got it, Girl.' Nikki giggled. She then reached over to her bag that was on the floor next to my dressing table. Tasha giggled, as she watched what Nikki got out from her bag, and I instantly became suspicious.
She handed me a small, pink case and as I turned it over, I instantly threw it on my dressing table in disgust and embarrassment.
'I don't want it.' I whispered; flushing bright red in response to them getting me so private. Nikki sighed, and threw the pack back onto my lap.
This was worse than any nightmare I'd had. At first, I had thought that it was perfectly innocent; there was a pink lip gloss at the side, that looked pretty enough…and then I saw the other objects.
The candle was okay, pretty pink, and small; but the rest…
There was massaging oil, and a lubricant to use. I was very sheepish when it came to these things; especially due to the fact that there had only been two Guys that I had slept with. Rob, and Michael-whish had just been the once-I'd never actually been told about these things, and truthfully; I found it easier to shut it out. I found it a little…squeamish, to be honest.
'Kristen, we just thought that maybe…well definitely after the day you've both had today, you could both relax a little, and could both have fun while-'
'Okay, okay Nikki, I get the point!' I interrupted her before she totally embarrassed me; not that she hadn't already.
She rolled her eyes at me. 'Look, I know the interview didn't go well for you guys, and I know that you don't have to tell us anything about tonight, of course. But I just think that maybe you should give it a try…especially the massaging one,' she began to ramble on fast then, so I had no chance of interrupting her. 'I know it's embarrassing to talk about this with us, but you should give it a try, at least. I just thought that with a stressful day like today, you might just want to use it.' She added, before forcing herself to stop.
I smiled at her; knowing that her thoughts were meant in the exact right way. 'Thank, Nikki.' She smiled back at me delighted, and went over to her bag, and threw me a large packet of durex condoms. I bit my lip to stop my embarrassment, and put it on the desk too.
'Is Kristen nearly ready?' I gasped aloud as I heard Robert's voice enter my hotel room. Luckily there was a door stopping him from seeing my shaking hands attempt to flat down my head like an idiot that I was.
'Stop ruining your hair!' Tasha commanded; pulling my hands away from my hair, and tapping them lightly.
I nodded, and outdrew a shaky breath. Tasha laughed at me in response. 'Calm, remember?' She reminded me. She threw her bottle of Lambrini. 'Here, have a bit of that to calm you down.' She told me.
I swigged a bit back; scared that if I got drunk, I would ruin the moment totally. That was just typical of me.
She took it back as I handed it to her, and we both watched and listened as Nikki went out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind her, to greet Rob. 'Wow, this place looks great.' I heard her compliment. 'Yep, she's ready. Tasha's just sorting out the bedroom now.'
Tasha was already rushing round the room, placing certain candles in all the right places around the room, lighting them up with Rachael's lighter, and placing rose petals-which were soon to be on the bedroom floor-very neatly on the bed, making a perfect heart shaped pattern.
Once she was done, she breathed a sigh of relief. 'Right, we'll leave you two to it then.' She grinned at me, as she opened the pink box sitting on my dressing room table still. 'Remember, use this.' She ordered, handing me the bottle of massaging oil.
I nodded-flushing red at the same time-and put it on the small, bedroom table, as well as the packet of condoms.
'Good luck.' She added; hugging me to her, before following Nikki-who had her thumb up for me-out of the door.
As the loud voices that belonged to my friends disappeared and I realized that I was alone with Rob now; I forced myself to stop being a coward, and go and face him. Leaving all of the accessories in my bedroom ready; I walked out to see a very sexy Rob staring away from me, in the kitchen.
I licked my lips in delight as I took in what he was wearing; a smart, black shirt, and black trousers to match; instead of his usual jeans, even though anything would have had looked sexy on him anyway and his black shoes to match.
His hair was less messy tonight; more…Edward-style, though there were still a few strands out of place here and there. I cleared my throat awkwardly, and attempted to give my best 'smoldering' look as he turned around to face me.
His eyes widened as he took what he was wearing in, but I was too busy checking him out to fully notice that. His black shirt had three, perfect buttons undone, allowing me to have a perfect view of his perfect, small amount of chest hair. Yum; I thought to myself.
His eyes were practically smoldering as his gaze took in my naked legs. My frantically beating heart threatened to break through my skin, as it pounded too loudly in my chest, in response to his beautiful gaze.
'Uhnn…Kellan told me that Tasha helped you get dressed.' He could hardly form a proper sentence, and it made me smile to know that I was doing this to him.
'Yeah,' I replied; before finding my feet and walking towards him eagerly. 'So…what do you want to do now…lover-boy?' I asked him as cheekily as possible; repeating Kellan's words from earlier. I got to him, and watched as his eyes grew wider in response to my hand that was now trailing down from his arms, to his chest.
He shivered, and automatically took control of the situation. He turned me around, and pressed me into the sink, pushing his body to meet mine, and allowing his lips to find mine. He groaned, as his urgent, hot lips asked for reactions from mine.
I kissed him back, entwining my fingers through his hair like how I always did. I always loved how soft his hair felt in between my fingers. His hands ran all over my arms, shoulders and neck, and down from my chest to my hips, and making the movement all over again.
He forced both him and me to pull away from each other, by pulling my face gently away from his. He whispered my name quietly before pulling himself away from me all together. I pouted at him as he walked around the kitchen; totally unaware that I was upset with him. Well at least I thought…
'What?' He asked me innocently, whilst getting a couple of plates out ready on a side, ready for us. He really didn't know.
'You're going to have to stop doing that.' I warned him. He chuckled once under his breath at the sound of my disappointed voice.
'Doing what?' He asked me again, just as innocently as before. As soon as he had turned around to look at me, I pulled my arms around him.
'Pulling away,' I whispered; kissing the side of his neck. His eyes shut tight in response, and I happily carried on with my torture.
'You need to stop testing my control.'
'Not anymore, I don't.' I insisted. 'Because I am eighteen, and I am yours; which is reason enough to just…let go.' I insisted.
He chuckled quietly; the sound vibrating through my lips in a tender, tingling sensation, and pulled his arms around me too. 'You're mine?' He asked again playfully, as his hands rubbed against the sides of my hips through my dress.
I shivered in delight, unable to stop myself. 'Uh-huh; I'm yours.' I mumbled back; barely able to form much more than that.
'Good,' he whispered back; his voice husky, and his eyes still closed tight, as I went back to kissing his neck. 'And I'm yours.' He added; still in that beautiful, rough voice of his.
I shivered again, just as he successfully pulled away from me again, and opened his eyes to find my face; sad and pouting.
He chuckled again, running his hands through his hair. 'If you carry on distracting me, I'll never be able to start dinner.' He warned me.
'Well, I would be quite happy to skip dinner.' I insisted as I wondered over to the sofa, to do what he said; leave him alone so I could stop distracting him.
He chuckled again, and I watched as he happily shook his head in response to my reply. 'No chance; I said that I'll do this properly; and I meant it.' He replied, as he carried on with whatever he was doing. I didn't really notice truthfully; I was too focused on his face, trying to take everything in. Because he was so beautiful, and I was sure that I couldn't possibly get over it.
'What?' He asked consciously, after he caught me staring at him. I had to admit that he was even more adorable when he blushed.
'What?' I asked him back. 'Cant a Girlfriend admire her Boyfriend now and again?' I asked him as playfully as I knew how.
He laughed freely in response to that. 'Is that what I am?'
'Well, I'd hardly call you my friend.' I replied with a snicker.
He grinned. 'So that's what you're doing then? Admiring me?' He asked me just as playfully as I had admitted to him that I was doing it a moment ago.
'What can I say?' I asked playfully, with a heavy sigh. 'There's a lot to admire.'
He was fighting the urge to smile again in response to that. 'I don't need to gain an even bigger head than I already have.'
'Actually, I think you don't have a big enough head.'
He laughed in response to my playfulness.
'What, it's true. You're too desirable for your own good.' I warned him, and he simply laughed in response. 'It's true, you know. If anyone knew about us, I think I'd be receiving hate mail.' I laughed once at the thought.
His forehead furrowed and I knew that that meant he didn't agree with me. 'Don't say that.' He begged me.
'It's true, you know. You're the favorite.' I told him.
He shook his head at me. 'Don't be silly, you don't know that.'
I snorted. 'It's not hard to see.' I responded with a heavy sigh. 'All the Girls like you.'
'All the Men like you.' He huffed back in response.
That got me laughing. 'Yeah, alright Rob.' I agreed with a shake of my head, thinking this was a load of shit.
'It's true; I swear sometimes the way that they look at you…I have to fight it not to hit them in the face.' I snickered in response to that, but left it like that.
'So would you like a glass of wine?' He asked me; walking out of the kitchen and up to me with the bottle in hand already.
'Yes, please.' I asked; watching him as he poured the red wine into my empty glass that had stood on the wooden table in front of me.
'Thanks.' I smiled up at him, attempting to take the glass that was now half-full from him, as his shaking hands pulled more in.
'Sorry,' he apologized ashamedly after he realized that I had been talking. I smiled at him again. 'Don't worry about it; I was a little worried that you were trying to get me drunk.' I commented playfully, as I took a sip of my red wine, and put the glass back onto the counter.
On the dining table were four, small white candles in the middle of a table, with a white tablecloth on it, and rose petals lining the plates and cutlery.
I turned my eyes to see him walking back over to the kitchen then, and pouring himself a glass, before walking back over to me. He smiled at me, as he put the bottle of wine on the small table in front of us, and his glass too, before sitting down next to me.
'I think that you getting drunk isn't exactly the best plan if tonight is going to happen.' He commented lightly, but truthfully at the same time. He was right of course. There was quite a few times where I got drunk and ruined things for us in the past.
'So dinner should be ready in about thirty minutes. Do you think you could wait that long and successfully keep your hands off of me?' He asked me playfully. He raised one of those perfect eyebrows at me too.
I licked my lips in response. 'Hmm; well that depends…can you?'
'Probably not,' he admitted sheepishly. 'But I think I'll just make it.' He added, before going silent again.
'Are you sure about that?' I asked him just as playfully. His gaze caught mine fully and he looked me up and down for a long moment, before his hands attacked my hips; lifting me from the sofa, and on top of him, on his lap in less than a moment.
'Definitely not,' he grumbled huskily; before his lips came crashing back into mine with his usual, urgent force of urgency.
I instantly allowed my lips to meet the same urgency as his ones, and with a groan; I tangled my hands into his hair; determined to make it messy and just…mine again.
I was barely able to notice the sofa underneath me, as Rob pushed me down on it; allowing his body to instantly meet mine. Yet again; he was allowing himself to get carried away. Not that I was complaining; we had thirty minutes to catch up on the whole of today's missed affections because of some poxy interviews.
But, his brain suddenly won the fight over his body somehow. 'No way Kris…wait until after dinner.' He complained under his rough breath.
'Ugh, I hate you sometimes!' I complained; pushing him away in agony to my need. He chuckled, pulling himself free from me, to go back and check the dinner.
Dinner only took thirty minutes, like how he said; and we couldn't quite keep our hands off of each other admittedly. Even while we were eating the dinner, which consisted of spaghetti bolognaise; it was a mission not to just reach my legs over and brush them with mine. But the one thing holding me back was the fact that I didn't want to look a mess in front of him, so I cut my spaghetti VERY carefully before eating.
But as we ate pudding, which consisted of strawberries and cream; I gently bent my right leg over to his under the table, and brushed my naked leg with his covered ones. However; I wasn't exactly expecting the reaction that I got from him.
He practically choked on the strawberry that he had been eating, and his body instantly flew upwards in shock. I would have laughed, if I wasn't so bothered that I had almost killed him, as he continued to cough, until his face was bright red.
'Are you alright?' I asked him anxiously; already in his lap; my hands gently brushing his red face, as if to try and help somehow. But he was so busy coughing that he hadn't seen me sneak up on him, to his lap, that I'd shocked him again, making him cough more. 'Ur shit….okay, what do I do, what do I do…' I trailed off as I garbled on my anxious worrying, before realizing what I had to do.
I patted him on his back, soft at first, but more hard; hoping that that would work. Eventually his coughs died down, and I lifted my head down to meet his shoulder as I sighed in relief. 'Jesus; I thought I'd lost you.' I admitted; still worried.
His face was now a shade of pink, which made his beautiful looks look even more enchanting. He nodded his head as soon as he was calm to reply to me. 'Oh god…that was embarrassing.' He groaned; ducking his head to my shoulder too; so that our heads were now so close together.
'Stop being an idiot. I'd be more worried about dying, rather than it looking embarrassing.'
He mumbled something, but I couldn't quite catch it, apart from the mumblings of something like; 'in front…girlfriend…too.'
'Shut up, you idiot! I was more fucking concerned about you dying rather than the way you fucking looked.' I shouted at him.
He lifted his head, and watched me closely. 'God, I adore you.' He mumbled adoringly in that awesome accent of his.
I giggled; unable to stop myself. 'As I adore you, of course,'
We ended up on the sofa then, drinking a little bit more wine, but not enough to make us anything relatively near tipsy. And then as I looked around the room once more; I realized that I hadn't commented about how much that I liked the room changes.
'I love how you've decorated my hotel room by the way.' I commented; looking back to him once I was finished.
'Thank you, it was my idea. I know it's pretty shit compared to going to a real nice, posh hotel; like how you deserve, but-'
'Don't be silly; I like it better here, in our own little, private restaurant…'
'Just with me as both your waiter and company,' h added jokingly.
'Exactly,' I agreed with him; sounding exactly as happy as I felt. He smiled in response to that. 'And anyway if we were out, and could go out if we weren't famous; we'd only have miserable people telling us to keep our hands to ourselves.' I rolled my eyes as I thought about it.
'Ha! I suppose that's true.' He agreed with a snicker. His grin made me feel exactly what I was; young, and in love.
Ooh…I stopped right there. I hadn't actually thought of Robert in that was before; as in a love way. Did I love him? I thought I did, but could I be sure? I hadn't even admitted this to myself let alone him yet.
I looked over his face, his smoldering green-grey eyes, his pouting lips as they turned up into a smile, his messy, disheveled hair, his small, pixie-like ears that I always found very attractive, and his perfectly defined jaw, that had just a small but perfect amount of the beginning of stubble…
Then there was the real Rob; the personality wise of him that I also loved. He was quite a bit like Edward; very poetic. He could write songs, play the piano (so I'd heard), and the way he acted, and just snapped into character whilst we were filming scenes-especially difficult, awkward one-was amazing. He was also very tortured too. He kept himself to himself during some of Edward's harder scenes to film; like Edward's struggle to control himself around Bella, and things…he was so complicated, and the way he played Edward was beyond breathtaking.
I found myself getting lost in him sometimes; as he acted out a scene which didn't involve Bella, and I could just…watch him lose it, really get into it.
He cleared his throat and interrupted my staring. I stared at him properly, to show that I was now listening. He raised his eyebrows at me in response. 'I suppose this is where we should enter the bedroom?' He asked; the nervousness that I felt, obvious in his.
I looked up to the clock quickly to see that it was ten o' clock. My insides began to do summersaults. I cleared my throat silently, and nodded once. 'I suppose it is.' I agreed nervously.
He frowned at me, as I took his hand in mine, entwining our fingers together perfectly, as I started to lead him into my bedroom.
'You don't need to force yourself to do this Kristen. If you would like to wait a little longer, then of course I won't-'
'Shut the hell up.' I interrupted him, as I pulled him into my bedroom after me, and shut the door after us, before slamming my lips into his, as hard as possible.
He groaned delighted with my kiss, and wrapped his hands into my hair eagerly, like how I did with his hair a moment after. We fought for control of the kiss, and as soon as we began to taste each other; I felt us moving gently, almost swaying to get to the bed.
I felt the bed underneath me, as he pushed me down, and instantly fell on top of me. Our panting filled the room as our hands found each other's body; experiencing it as if it was the first time.
I pulled my lips from his, and attempted to pull open his shirt buttons, but I soon got annoyed with them. 'Fucking things,' I growled impatiently, making him chuckled, as I ripped open his shirt without a care.
'Another shirt ruined.' He sighed, as I pulled away the ruined thing; throwing it in the corner of my room somewhere or other.
'And you're complaining?' I growled at him; still sounding a little pissed off, as I began to undo his trouser belt.
'God, no,' he moaned; stopping me from undressing him, by returning his lips to mine, and kissing me with sweet, less hard kisses; still perfect in every way, and enough to make me want more so badly and now.
Once I gained myself a little; I carried on with his belt and threw that across the room too, before starting on his trouser button.
I slowed my movements until I was in time with each time I took control of the kiss, and slowly pushed his trousers away from his legs as slowly as possible; loving the feel of both his toned legs and his trousers in my hands.
'You're too dressed.' He noted miserably; flashing that sexy pout as soon as he broke away from my lips. He attempted to start undressing me, but I stopped him.
'No, not yet,' I asked; wondering how I had the nerve.
He looked up at me with wide, confused eyes. I just smiled at him in encouragement, and pushed him away from me. He moved back, like how I knew he would, and I gently pulled him down, before climbing on top of him.
I ducked my head down and removed his boxers, before taking him in. I panicked, as I saw how big he was again, but I bit back my fears, and took him into my mouth for the second time.
He reacted as I knew he would; thrashing back uncontrollably over and over again, warning me with his hands when he was beginning to get to his release, but I slapped his hands away and allowed it to happen.
And my god, I was glad that he did. He tasted better than I last remembered him to taste. 'Turn over.' I whispered to him as huskily as possible at his ear, before kissing the skin there gently.
He did as I said, once I had pulled away, and I took in the perfectly structured, muscled back that belonged to him, before taking a deep breath, and forcing myself to do the next bit. I grabbed the massaging oil off of the side, and I experimentally poured a small bit of the massaging oil on my hands, and rubbed it in between my hands, before returning back to Rob, who was still lying underneath me. I pursed my lips, and tried not to get embarrassed about what I was doing. I wanted to please him, to do anything that he wanted, to get his usual, sexy reactions.
I returned my hands slowly to his naked back, with shaking fingers. His body shivered from underneath my hands as soon as they met his back, and my shaking stopped instantly; freezing on his back, scared that it was too cold. It hadn't felt cold to me, but…was it cold to him?
'Is it too cold?' I asked him; scared that I had received the wrong reaction from him. I wanted to please him in as many ways as possible.
He took a deep breath. 'It's lovely; you have no idea how good that felt.' He admitted in that sexy, familiar husky voice. I tried so hard not to smile in delight as I realized that I had pleased him. 'Please…carry on.' He begged; interrupting my little bubble.
I instantly allowed my hands to move on his back; enjoying how his firm, perfectly structured back felt underneath my hands that were still rubbing on the massaging oil, until I had reached and filled each bit of his back, and arms.
Once I was done; I ran my hands back round, massaging each bit of his naked skin, and enjoying the small moans that I heard coming from his mouth, and filling the quiet room. I didn't really know what I was doing, but it wasn't hard to tell what pleased him, and I worked with that, as his moans got louder.
He pulled his head down, and into the pillow in an attempt to try and cover some of his louder, out-of-control moans, and as his hands gripped the pillows; I couldn't help but smile to myself. I was clearly doing it right. It pleased me to be able to please him in the exactly, right way.
Once I was done; I allowed it to sink in about what I had just done; hoping he had enjoyed it. 'God Kris, love…that felt so good.' He breathed out a breath that he must have been holding in.
I smiled in delight, before he quickly turned over; his eyes still smoldering. 'Our turn,' he promised huskily, before beginning to undress me. He gasped as he pulled me free from my dress, and as he took in my underwear.
I watched him as he gulped. 'God Kris...you're so…beautiful, gorgeous, tempting, sweet, amazing…' he paused, and kissed my throat. 'Lovely.' He finished with a sigh.
It only took less than a few minutes of us being fed-up of simply being like this, and in a minute; we came together as one so perfectly, without any pain effecting me at all. It was amazing, to finally be jointed to him in that way again, and as we moved together in sync, so perfectly; I realized instantly just how much I did adore this man.
And as he fell asleep in my arms, I realized whilst watching him; that I was starting to fall in love with him. But I didn't care; not one bit; especially not after tonight.
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