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She turns towards me, her cheeks flush. “It's not like I haven't had crushes or boyfriends or a makeout session with a boy before. It's not like I haven't ever flirted before or anything like that. But that first time I met you, it was as if I was struck dumb and was completely innocent or something. That's why I was so nervous. Because you're the only person who has ever overwhelmed me.”
“How?”
“I don't know. Just you. It's crazy.” Lucy reaches out to rub my head with a smile. “Your hair is freaking soft. I didn't know that.”
I grin. “The shorter it is, the softer it seems to be, but this is as short as I'll go.”
“Mmm,” she hums in appreciation, moving closer to me.
“Why do you think-”
Lucy lifts a finger to my lips to silence me. “I've been waiting a long time to kiss you, Grant. So it would be really great if we could kiss now and talk later, okay?”
What's a better answer than a kiss? Lots and lots off kisses. It takes a lot of restraint not to kiss her anywhere other than where I already have. She does, however, let me explore a little more of her. I glance up, my fingers around the bottom of her shirt, and she nods. We're apparently going tit for tat because she pulls my shirt off too.
Placing a kiss on her shoulder as I hover over her, I mumble, “Do you wish I was sweaty?”
She giggles. “Maybe a little.”
My chuckle is cut short when I feel the tips of her fingers and her nails on my lower stomach, slowly drag over the skin there.
“Grant?”
“Yeah?” I lift my head to look at her.
“Are you going to kiss me or just breathe on my shoulder?” she laughs softly.
“Sorry.” My eyes find her hands, her knuckles now brushing a little lower before coming back up. “You distracted me for a second.”
Lucy grins, apparently proud of that fact. Before I can kiss her, she lifts up to meet me and kisses me, getting me lost in her again. My hands trace her upper body as I kiss every piece of skin available to me. Her sigh when I kiss the skin in the middle of her chest, just above her cleavage, nearly does me in. I want more. I want everything. Lucy's not ready for that though. At least, I don't think so.
Once we're all kissed out, we lay on our sides, facing one another. Lucy lightly trails a finger over my lips.
“I wish I could take a picture of you like this.”
“You don't have your camera?” I question skeptically with a smile.
Lucy laughs and nods. “Yes, I do, but it won't be the same if I go get it and come back.”
“Go get it. I want to take one of you.”
She looks so surprised, as if no one has ever wanted to take her picture. Wordlessly, she slips out of bed and begins to walk over to her things. However, there's something between her shoulder blades that catches my eye and surprises the hell out of me.
“You have a tattoo?”
“Yeah,” she answers without looking back at me. I sit up and when she returns to the bed, I make her sit with her back facing me, so I can look at it. It's a camera with film coming out of it's side and falling below to twist, turn, and loop into the shape of a heart. “Let me guess. You didn't think I would have one?”
“No, but I didn't necessarily think you wouldn't have one either.”
“Here,” she says, turning to lay back down as she hands me the camera.
I lay on my side, propped up by my elbow, and turn it on. Lifting it to my face, I look through the lens at her. Before I take one, Lucy holds up her hand and leans down to pick up her shirt from the floor. She puts it back on and lays down again. Then I start clicking away. After the fourth shot, she holds out her hand.
“You're making me nervous.”
“How so?” Because I'm taking pictures of her?
“You have my camera. I don't ever let anyone hold it, so you're making me nervous. Not that I don't trust you, but give it back before I get paranoid.”
