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“Shit,” he murmurs. “You’ve just added a whole new level of pressure,” he jokes.
He stops suddenly and sits down on the floor, laying down, with his hands resting behind his head. I laugh and look at him like he’s crazy.
“What are you doing?” I say a with a giggle.
“Trust me,” he says. “This spot right here? The best view of the whole building.”
I roll my eyes. I’m sure it’s just a ploy to get me down on the floor, but I do it anyway. I lie back next to him and look up at the ceiling. I gasp. I have no words. My mind is blown.
“Holy shit,” I finally whisper. The number of times I've been here, I've never seen the way all the steel lines curve in to peak right at this point. The combination of the swirling steel and the glass stained roof is simply stunning. I just can’t stop staring at it. Everything comes together and unites right here. It’s just perfect.
“This is basically the center point for my whole design,” he murmurs, glancing excitedly at me. “The moment I saw this, I knew I had to make the roof the focal point. You want to see my model now?” he asks. He arches his eyebrow just enough to make me laugh.
He gets up and extends his hand, helping me to my feet before I can even say yes. I smile as we walk through the building and into an office, genuinely excited to see what he’s got.
“I set myself up here because I find it inspirational to be as close to what I'm designing as possible,” he explains. I nod, but all I can do is stare at his vision in the form of a tiny model, which is sitting on a table in the middle of the room.
“Holy fuck, Nick. This is amazing,” I murmur, walking around it.
My heart races, a chill moving down my spine. It is every bit as beautiful as the original building, but with that stunning glass and steel roof covering the entire roof. I especially love how he’s made the point where the roof peaks simply stunning from every angle. My mind is blown. This guy is living my dream. Hell, this guy is my dream.
“You like it?” he asks nervously.
“I love it,” I say. I glance at it more closely and laugh. “Is this wall staying?” I ask. It’s the wall where you first walk in, where people have carved their initials on it. He nods.
“I couldn’t get rid of the first date wall,” he murmurs, his eyes twinkling.
I laugh and wrap my arms around him. “I can’t believe how incredible you’ve made this,” I murmur, shaking my head in disbelief. “Every day, I’ll get to drive past this place and remind myself that you made this.”
“Well I’m not going to be up there slapping on the cement, so I’m hardly making it,” he mutters, embarrassed.
“You know what I mean,” I grin. “You just amaze me, Nick Jenson. Your talent amazes me. If I’m half as good as you are one day, I’ll be happy.”
He places his arms around me, my words hitting him deep. I sigh as he cradles my face and kisses me, his touch still managing to send shockwaves through my body.
“You’ll outshine me in every single way,” he assures me. “You’re twenty-two, yet you pick up things that people who have been doing this for years don’t even see. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone with more passion for what they want to do than you.”
“Except maybe for you,” I tease.
He grins. “Yeah, except maybe for me.”
He reaches up and touches my cheek, running his fingers softly down over my neck. I sigh when his fingers rest on the dip in my shirt, circling between my breasts. My heart pounds. I stare at him, and he stares back, his eyes searching mine. I nod slowly, and he lifts me onto his waist and carries me out through the doorway. I laugh, no idea where he’s taking me, or how he can see when he’s too distracted with kissing my neck.
“Watch where you’re going,” I laugh, holding onto him tightly as he nearly sends me into a wall.
“I swear that wasn’t there before,” he grumbles.
We reach the main theatre, and I laugh as he sets me down on the stage.
“Ever wanted to fuck in front of an audience?” he growls, unbuckling his belt. I giggle and glance out at the empty theatre. My heart pounds, because even though there’s nobody there, it would take very little imagination to fill all those seats in my mind.
He crouches down between my legs and positions himself on top of me. I sigh as he kisses my neck, while his fingers stroke my thigh. He pushes up the skirt of my dress, his hands inching closer to my panties, while his erection rubs against me though his pants.
