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ROMAN
I had gone out on a quick run early this morning, and had Jackson with me since he was up and ready to go out for his walk. I offered to take him so that Giselle could get some more rest and I was bringing some breakfast with me for us on my way back. When I got back to our hotel room, I hear the television on and call out her name as I take Jackson's leash off. She appears in her robe that she consider to be very comfortable and he quickly walks over to her where she greets him with a warm smile before she makes her way over to me. Giselle gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, though we keep our arms around each other a little longer than we had probably planned to.
"Hi." She says in that sweet voice of hers and I pulled her closer to me, taking in her scent and realizing she had already taken a shower while I was out. "How was your run? Was Jackson good?"
"It went good and he was great." I breathed out. "I got us some breakfast on our way back. I'll just take a quick shower before I eat."
She nodded and gently took the bag of food, before I reluctantly let her go. A light shade of pink covered her cheeks and I just wanted to hold her again. But I got myself together and quickly went to my room to take a shower. Almost 20 minutes later, I'm coming out of my room and I see Giselle on the balcony of the living room with Jackson. The large dog is content as he always, sitting beside her as she looks out. When she turns her head and looks over her shoulder, she gives me the sweetest smile I've ever seen her give me, and some of that control that I've been trying to keep on myself, broke. The sight of that was something I wanted to see for a long time. She came inside with Jackson following closely behind and while he went to eat what was in his bowl, Giselle and I sat at the table that was by the kitchen and ate our breakfast that was enough to keep us full for a couple of hours, which was fine. We had a couple of things that we were going to do today and I wanted her to have the energy to be able to do it.
"So you're leaving on Monday for your business trip?" She softly asks.
"Yeah, I am." I reply, not wanting to leave her now. "It'll only be for a week and I'll be over in California."
I look over at Giselle who rests her chin in her hand. "As long as I'm the only female on your mind."
"You don't have to worry about that." I say, signaling for her to come over to me.
When she does, I pull her to my lap and she gasps in surprise at the sudden act. Giselle relaxes and wraps her arms around my neck. She smelled like a mixture of strawberries, and vanilla with a hint of lavender and it was quickly my favorite scent from her. I look all over her face, as if trying to remember every part of her face.
"In my head, you're already mine." I tell her.
"There should be more good guys like you in the world." She quietly says. "But then, I don't know if I'd have you if there were."
Securing her on my lap, I cup her face with my hands and just when I was about kiss her, Jackson barks, causing us to pull apart. I look over at the large dog and hear Giselle laugh.
"You're killing me here, Jackson." I mumble, as he goes to drink some water, hearing Giselle's giggles.
Giselle leans down and kisses down my jaw, causing me to lose focus on the dog and pay attention to her. I pull her closer to me and groans when she stops.
"Should we start getting ready to go out?" She asks.
"Yeah, unless you want to stay here all day, and I make sure there's no interruptions. That's perfectly fine with me, too." I say without thinking.
Giselle's blue eyes look at me and her face turns red. Though she can exude confidence and that sultry side of her with the way she moves her body and the way she shows it off, I sometimes forget that she's not used to the attention I give her and the things I do for her. But she will get used to it. I plan on it. Sometime after breakfast, we go out to Oak Alley Plantation for a tour which gives you a tour of one of the most famous and photographed plantations in the South. You get to tour the mansion and gardens with a guide and learn about the history of its former inhabitants, including slaves. I can't forget the look on Giselle's face as we passed by a canopy of oak trees, that looked like they had been there for hundreds of years, on our way to the mansion or the look on her face when we toured the garden and how could I forget how eager she was, taking in the history of it all.
"Does this have to be over?" She asks after dinner. "I love it here. I have to try to come back, there's so many other things I still want to do here."
"You can definitely come back here. You don't have to wait for anyone to come, you know." I say.
Giselle grabs on to my hand and rests her free hand on my arm. "I know. It just looks like it'll be more fun with someone here with me."
I already started planning on where else I can take her and when I can bring her back here. But I didn't her to think that trips and gifts were how I was trying to win her affection, because it wasn't. I just genuinely liked her and saw her as this ray of light that lit up a room when she was in it. She was smart and confident and it was sexy and a turn on. Then this beautiful heart and soul that she has, that made you want to bury yourself in her and her presence. There was a man playing a trumpet and the case for it was open and in front of him. We stopped for a bit to hear him and I wrapped an arm around Giselle when she leans into me. I feel her light hand through my sweater as she rests it on my chest, the warmth of her touching seeping through to my skin. I looked down at her and see her enjoying the music that the man was playing and meanwhile I was enjoying her. Every minute of the day that I spent with her. I was in trouble the moment I met her, but I haven't been able to get myself away from her. I always go back to her when I do.
Gently placing a finger under her chin, I get her to look up at me. When she does, I cup her face with my hands and our lips meet as if they were meant to do that. But when it did, it felt perfect. My arms wrap around her waist and I pull her closer to me, not letting go of her lips. Slightly pulling away, we caught our breath before going back for another kiss. Reluctantly pulling away, she reaches up to touch my nose with hers and tracing my lips with her fingers before going in with one last kiss.
"At least Jackson didn't interrupt this time." I mumble and Giselle breaks out in a laugh, getting the attention of some of the people in the crowd.
After a few one more kiss, we took our time going back to the hotel. Tomorrow would be the last full day we spend together before I go on my trip and I still wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself as much as she could before I leave.
GISELLE
I was at home on a Sunday, and tomorrow would make a week since Roman left on his trip. Even though we talked every day and managed to FaceTime several times, I still missed him. Though I spent the weekend cleaning and doing laundry, along with some other errands, I still found time to hang out with Jenny, and we made our way to the mall and the movies. About an hour after I get back to my place, I get a knock on the door and I look at the time. It was only 5:30 and I wasn't expecting anybody to come by. Jenny had plans with her boyfriend and so I was expecting to spend the night at home, catching up on some shows. Opening the door, I catch my breath seeing him on the other side with flowers and a box in one hand and his suitcase in his other hand with a smile on his tired face that now had a beard, with his hair up in a bun.
"Roman." I say, jumping into his arms, the moment he walks in.
"Giselle." He rumbles in my ear, his arms wrapping around my waist and keeping me as close to him as he physically could.
I reluctantly pull away, though I stayed in his arms, happy to be in them again. "You're back. I thought you wouldn't make it in until later tonight, or maybe tomorrow."
"I thought I would as well, but everything was finished earlier than I though and so I booked the first flight I could which was for early this morning and as you can see, I came straight here." He says, reminding me of the flowers that were in his hand.
Giving him a kiss, I eventually pull away and put the flowers in some water after thanking him. Turning my attention back to him, I see him with Jackson and I smile at their interaction. He still sticks close by to me before anyone else, but he's warmed up to Roman. He offers me the box that he had and I look up at him curiously. Roman simply smiles and suggests I open it. Opening it up, I push the papers out of the way to reveal something white and fluffy. Taking it out, I see that it's a robe similar to the one I always wore in New Orleans. Looking up at him, he took it and opened it, to help me put it on. Closing it around me, I wanted to snuggle in it with how warm and cozy it felt.
"You really got me one?" I asked, looking up at him.
"I remembered how much you liked the ones we had in New Orleans, and so I wanted to get you one." He replies.
Walking up to him,my lips meet his for a kiss and I feel his arms wrap around me when we kiss. Pulling away, I rest my hands on his face.
"Stay for dinner." I softly say, still in his arms.
"I thought you'd never offer." He says, and I let out a quiet laugh, kissing him again.
He reluctantly pulls away and presses his lips to my forehead. We talk for a few minutes before he leaves, to go his place.
"I'll make sure my place is okay and I'll take a shower before coming back." He says.
"Don't you have people for that?" I ask, trying to get Jackson away from his suitcase.
"Yes, but I like to also make sure for myself that everything is as it should be." Roman replies. "Besides, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place this weekend. It's only right that my girlfriend comes over, especially since I'm almost always here."
Smiling, I say. "That's a good idea. I think it's time I see your place."
A moment later and he's getting his suitcase to go. He lets me know around what time he'll be back and says bye to Jackson before leaving. I wait until he gets in the elevator before going back into my apartment. It's the beginning of our relationship, and I didn't want to rush things, but it's been a while since I've been in one and it's been a while since I've had a guy treat me as good as Roman does. Thinking back on all of it, I don't think any guy has ever treated me as good as him, other than my brother. Always making sure I'm okay. Making sure I get home safe and giving me attention despite how busy he is. Kind. Sweet. Caring. Funny. I wonder what I did so right to have him.