I'm sorry for just updating it now, but I was kind of discouraged here. But here we are. And please, please review it ok? And then I will update it soon. 'Cause I don't want to give up of writing it, principally 'cause I've some ideas that I love and I want to share in some moment in this fic.
I'm also thinking in making a flashback, to show you guys how they first met, because I mentioned it in this chapter. Tell me on the review what you think about it ok?
Beau was watching Chiles sleeping. It was 2 pm and the sun was coming from the window and the balcony, filling the room with light, warming Chiles' back and making her hair shine even more. A white sheet was covering her from waist to toes.
Beau was starving but the view of his girl sleeping, like there's no problems in the world and breathing softly was far more interesting than eating.
After a few minutes, he decided it was time to get up and take a shower. During the shower he remembered what happened in the night before. Chiles coming back, smiling to him, singing with him, kissing him, talking about "their" house, making love on the beach, saying that she loves him. She loves him. Talking about nothing, talking about what cartoons they used to watch on their childhood, laughing of things that aren't funny 'til the sunrise, swimming naked in the sea and feeling the cold water in their warm bodies. Finally going home and starting to make love in the kitchen and ending up in the bedroom. When they finally slept was 8 am.
Yeah, it was a good night. Chiles didn't know their house. Except for the kitchen and their bedroom.
Beau wrapped a towel around his waist and opened his closet - filled with few clothes - and got an underwear. At the same time, the house's phone ringed loudly in the living room and he almost ran to answer it. He didn't want to wake up Chiles.
"Hello?," he said with a fast breathing.
"Beau, you dog! What was that last night?," a male voice asked him.
"Man, are you retarded? What the hell was that?," Beau asked back.
"Well, for what I see, I didn't ruin anything, right? This…" the voice was talking with another person now. "…Chiles girl is the one who kicked your ass in Nashville, isn't she? It's funny 'cause now you're slapping her a…"
"Ugh! Gross!," a mature female voice exclaimed and took the phone. "I'm sorry. Do not listen to him. He's a jerk."
"I know," Beau laughed briefly.
"She's do damn beautiful, Beau! You have such a good taste."
"I know, I know. Thank you."
"And now?," the girl asked. "Are you feeling happier? What are you two going to do now? Will you get married? How did you spent last night? Was it good?," she asked in a series of questions.
"Definitely," he answered shortly.
"To all questions?"
"Who knows?," he was having fun with the way she was involved in his love life.
"Hm… When we will meet Mrs. Hutton?"
"Soon. Hey, I gotta go now. When I'm free I'll answer all your questions, ok?"
"Did you bring breakfast on bed to her?," she asked ignoring what he said.
"Hm… No. Not yet," he said confused.
"You should! It's so romantic and it shows that you care… You also should put some candles in the room. It would be so cute," she said with a cute voice.
"Heather…," he said, choosing the words. "It's 2 pm. The sunlight is everywhere."
"So?," she asked like lighting some candles during the day was the most common thing in the world.
"Ok, Heather. I gotta go. Talk to you later," he hung up before she asked another question.
Charlie and Heather was married for at least two years, but for what he heard, they date since forever. Both of them live and work on the ranch and they became Beau's friends in the last months.
He went upstairs with his underwear in one hand and walked in the bedroom. Chiles was awake, laid belly up, with the sheet between her legs, covering her belly and boobs, letting her thick thighs - for such a thin girl - uncovered.
"Good morning, towel boy," she smiled to him. "Do never buy robe. You're better in a towel," she put her hand in her head, laying aside in the bed. "It's our thing." It is. She has some memories of him in a towel.
He took it off and dressed the underwear.
"Get dressed, Chiles," he looked at her tiny figure again. "Otherwise the only part of this house you'll ever see it's our bedroom."
"I wouldn't be sad with that," she touched the empty space on the other side of the bad, asking him to sit there.
He sat in the bed and kissed her forehead. "Good afternoon, angel." He said and laid in the bed. She put her head in his chest, like she did so many times before.
"Where have you been?"
"I was answering the phone," he replied. "I need to take your stuff out of my car," he said while was getting off of the bed.
She grabbed him. "Don't. Stay here with me. It's good."
"I think it's good too, angel. That's why I need to take off your stuff from the car. Before you change your mind."
"I won't. Just stay here with me, please," she begged with a sweet voice.
He gave away without resistance and rested his hands in Chiles' waist. "Ok. I think I can stay here for awhile."
"I wish you was my first," she said like she was talking with herself, but loud enough to Beau understand that she was talking to him.
"First what?," he asked, trying to see her point.
"First man," she answered like it was too obvious.
He was staring her face while she was looking to the bedroom's door.
"You almost was," she confessed. "I wish you was."
She was looking to his chest now, "When I lost my virginity I was around 19. I was in Dallas. Some months after this I was in Nashville."
"Chiles…"
"So, in Nashville, my second time happened. That's was when I was trying to…"
"Chiles," he said louder. Taking her face with his hands and forcing her to look at him. "I don't wanna hear about you with other guys, ok?"
She answered blinking her wide eyes.
"I mean, what the hell?," he added.
"My point is, I wish it had never happened. This thing with this guys. I wish it just happened with you," she paused, looking at his reaction. "I've never felt with them what I feel with you."
"Me too, babe. But I think we can't change our past," Beau said. "And maybe, everything that happened in our lives before we met, build who we are now. And I like it."
"Yeah. You might be right."
"I'm," he smelled her hair. "You smell like sea," he said before she could continue this conversation. It wouldn't be a nice one if she asks him with how many women he slept.
She smelled him too, on his chest. "And you smell like… you. And soap." She turned her head and looked at him.
"My friends want to meet you."
"Really?," she asked smiling. "You talked about me to your friends?," Chiles was imagining Beau talking to his friends about how he missed her. Oh, it was cute.
"Yeah, kinda," he said choosing carefully the words. "You'll meet them soon."
"I can't wait then."
He smiled with his thoughts. "You know who would love you too?" He looked at her, and she was playing with his chest hair.
"Who?," her eyes met his.
"My mother," he said smiling. "My whole family, to be honest."
Chiles froze. She remembered of Beau's mother, She never really talked to her but she've seen her before.
"She's going to love you," he completed.
Chiles gave a fake smile and he noticed.
"What?"
"Nothing"
"Spit it out, Chiles."
"I don't know, Beau. The idea of meeting your mother is terrifying," judging her face, he could see how terrifying it was to her. "And if she doesn't like me? And if she hates me, Beau?"
"Hey, hey, hey, hey. Of course not. She will love you," he was concerned.
"Yeah."
"Everybody loves you… She wanted to see how I'm doing here, know the ranch… well. Now she has a good reason to visit me," he smiled and she didn't corresponded.
She sat on the bed, looking to the window. She didn't answered him. She was just thinking.
"I don't think I have a family to introduce you," she started saying and stopped. "I mean… I don't know, Beau."
He caressed her back, watching her and wishing he could read her thoughts.
"When I was five, my father said that he would allow me to date when the time was right. Just to have the pleasure of kicking their asses, that no one would mess with his daughter," she was with a light smile in the face. "The last time I saw him, I was seventeen. He said that I became a beautiful woman and he was sorry for not being able to kick anyone's ass like he promised. That he was sure he would do it a lot if he could." She dried a tear that fell of her eye.
"I'm sure he would kick my ass," Beau said.
She smiled and dried another tear. "He would," she laughed.
"But I wouldn't give up on you," he promised.
He sat on the bed too, looking at her and she gave a peck in his lips.
"Maybe, you meeting my family is not a good idea."
"Hey, I want to," he massaged her shoulder.
"No, you don't. My family is too complicated, Beau," she said with a weak voice, what made Beau turn to jelly.
"Every family is complicated, Chiles."
She looked at him. Studying every detail on his face.
"You know, when I was a little girl, my grandma used to say that I was going to marry with a tall, blue eyed guy."
"Maybe your family is in fact complicated. Predicting the future… What?," he joked.
It made her laugh loud and he was pleased.
"And about your mother?," he said lowering his voice, trying to get in Chiles past without frightening her.
"She would love you," she gave a short smile, remembering of her mother.
Chiles' mother always said that she should marry or get pregnant of a rich man. Rich and handsome, that could gave the world to her. That Chiles has a reason to be pretty and she shouldn't waste it. Well, Beau wasn't rich but she was sure that he could give the world to her. Although Chiles' mother would think being with Beau is a waste of potential, she would love him anyway.
"You know about my family, don't you?," she was talking about what Kelly discovered.
"I do."
"That's good," she finally said.
"Chiles…"
"What?," she laid him in the bed again and laid her body in his, touching her nose in his nose. Looking forward to change the subject of their conversation.
"What I said to you last night, about other girls…"
"Oh, I got it. It's ok," she said removing her breast of his chest.
He didn't let her. He grabbed her waist, forcing her body to touch him.
"It was true. But I may have something to tell you… Someone was kind of forcing me to be with this girl but I didn't want to…"
"Yeah."
"It's true. I just drove her home. She did kiss me, but I didn't kiss her. And nothing happened. I didn't want to."
"Ok," she said trying to go to her side on the bed again. He didn't let her do it. Again.
"Could you please stop?," he asked.
"Let me go, Beau," she complained.
He took off his hands of her and she laid in the bed.
"Why are you telling me that?"
"Because if you hear something, you already know," he said. "And I want to be honest, which I was last night. Nothing happened, but I think you should know," he tried again.
…
Nothing.
"It's not fair kiss someone when you actually want someone else," he admitted.
She didn't answer.
"It's not a big deal," he paused. "It's not worst of what you did to me, anyway," he said almost silently.
"What?"
"Nothing." He wasn't on the mood to fight. He was too happy that she chose him and nothing could ruin it. And he forgave her anyway. Right?
"You said you felt something for me. Years ago," she started after a few minutes of silence.
"Yeah."
They remained quiet.
"Do you know when was the first time I saw you?," he asked.
"No," she answered in a bad mood.
"Do you remember of me singing 'Sweet Home Alabama'?," he asked embarrassed. "By the way, never let the crowd chose your set list. It's not a good idea"
"Sure," she laughed forgetting completely why she was mad with him. That's a virtue in Chiles. When she smiles, she forgets things. "You missed the lyric."
"That's right. That night was the first time I saw you. Geez, you were stunning. I perfectly remember how you were dressed that night."
"Oh, really?," she laughed again. The idea of Beau paying attention in clothes was nothing but laughable. "And what, may I ask, I was wearing?"
He realized she was doubting of what he said.
"A white headband, a pink flower dress and yellow sandals with a flower on the top." he said. "Some make up and boring golden balls in your ears. I thought you were thirteen," he added smiling and loving his memories.
It made her laugh even more.
"A beautiful thirteen years old girl was next to the stage watching me play. She smiled to me and I smiled to her. I thought I may be a pedophile on the closet after seeing her... she was such a sweet girl. She got shy and stopped looking at me. She was too adorable. I was staring the most beautiful creature. I end up missing the lyric." He looked at her. "I felt something for you there. I just didn't know what it was." He put a lock of her hair behind her ear, seeing the earrings that he gave to her. "A week after I talked to you, remember? It didn't worked out and the only way I found to talk to you was… being a jerk."
"Yeah, you was."
"I can see that I was an asshole to you. And I'm sorry."
"I'm ok with that. You weren't that great to me, but I knew you were such a good person. I ain't stupid."
Chiles looked at him and a smile was taking form in the corner of her lips.
"You know, this day…," she stopped, the smile getting wider. "In this day that you talked to me, I felt your smell."
"What?"
"I felt your smell… you natural musk," she said suddenly looking completely shy.
"And did I smell good?," he laughed.
"I'm serious! When I first saw you I was attracted by your voice. And your look. And I just felt something, I don't know. But when I felt your smell, I fell in love with it."
"That's interesting," he replied.
"All I could remember was your smell. Somehow it makes me remember of… leather. I've never felt it before."
"Since when leather's smell is good?"
"I don't know. You do not smell exactly like leather, but it's good. At least to me. And it made me wanna…," she said blushing.
"What?," he asked curious.
She touched her nose in his neck and smelled his skin. She did it one, two, three times. "I can still fell it," she finally said. "When I told my friend Maryann, she said I was feeling your pheromones. That I should trust in my nose, 'cause it chooses the right person for me," Chiles smiled, happy with the conclusion she and Maryann made.
"Do you believe it?," he simply asked her.
"Don't you?"
"Well… I think now I do," he gave her one of her favorites Beau's smile. The one he seems to be having fun but there's more than that.
"Good," she said giving several kisses in his lips.
He pushed her head against his and gave her a long kiss, feeling her taste and her smell. She also has her natural musk. And it is as sweet as she is.
"I love you, Beau Hutton," she said between the kisses. "But I'm hungry. And I think you're hungry too."
She left the bed and saw his cowboy hat on the floor. She took it, and placed it in her own head.
Chiles was completely naked, just wearing his hat and Beau couldn't stop smiling. She's beautiful. And is even more beautiful with his large hat on her head. He was sure she looked better than him on it.
"How do I look?," she asked looking at him, seeking for approval.
"I love you too, Chiles," he replied what she said early. "But could you please get dressed?"
That's an answer.