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Twenty-Five
The morning flies by, with Bentley taking me all over the city. First we got coffee at the best little mom and pop coffee shop I have ever been to. Then, we walked hand and hand through the heart of the city, Bentley pulling me into some of the most amazing boutiques Chicago has to offer and trying to buy me everything I showed even the smallest bit of interest in. Of course, I didn't actually let him buy me even one thing, insisting over and over that he has done more than enough already.
When he sticks me in an elevator and sends me hundreds of feet in the air, I don't have a care in the world, other than how incredible it feels to be with him. That is, until he leads me out onto the famous Sky Deck. Completely made of glass, it gives the illusion that you are hanging above the city and I guess in a way you are. The moment we step inside the glass box, my anxiety kicks in. I have never been one for heights and immediately my mind begins to race with worse case scenarios. The biggest one being the glass falling out from underneath me and falling to my death.
“You've never been to the Sky Deck before?” Bentley asks, coming up behind me where I have my forehead resting on the outer pane of glass, taking deep breaths trying to calm myself as I keep my eyes firmly closed.
“Never.” I breathe out a shaky breath.
“And you're scared of heights.” He laughs lightly, stepping up next to me. I peek one eye open just in time to see him rest his forehead on the glass also, mirroring my actions.
“Not a fan.” I admit, tensing slightly when he steps closer to me, the glass making a noise under his feet causing my anxiety to sky rocket again.
“You are perfectly safe.” He reassures me, stepping behind me. Reaching around my body, he takes one of my hands in his and then the other, flattening my palms against the glass in front of me. “Open your eyes.” He whispers against my cheek.
Peeling them back open, I glance to the side to see his face hovering next to mine. “Now look.” He says, flattening his hands over mine against the glass and dropping his chin to my shoulder.
Hesitantly I look down, the ground seeming to shift when I do. My knees shake under my weight but Bentley holds me in place against the glass. “Don't focus on the distance, focus on everything you can see.” He says, pushing further into my backside causing my body to become almost flush with the glass.
He drops one hand from the glass and firmly wraps his arm around my waist, his fingers spreading out against my stomach. “Tell me what you see.” He says, tucking me more securely into his body.
“Um....” I look out, trying to focus on one thing rather than the ground that seems to be closing in on me. “I see buildings.” I swallow hard, scanning my eyes along the city spread out before me. “I see.....” I break off, for the first time really grasping the view. “It's beautiful.” My words get lost somewhere in the space between us and I brave a look down, immediately regretting it as Bentley's grip tightens against my stomach, holding me in place as my knees weaken.
“Don't look down.” He laughs lightly in my hair.
“Good idea.” I let out a shaky laugh and try to refocus again.
“I think you need something to distract you. Perhaps you can appreciate it more if you are not focused on falling.” He whispers into my neck, pushing his lips gently against my pounding pulse. Trailing his lips upward, he nibbles lightly on my ear lobe before removing his other hand from mine. I allow my hands to fall from the glass as he turns my face inward and kisses along my jaw, slowly turning my body completely before finally taking my mouth.
“How do you feel now?” He breathes against my lips, running his tongue along the lower one before pressing his firmly against mine once more.
“Better.” I manage to get out just as his tongue slips inside of my mouth and his hand slides around my waist, coming to stop just at the small of my back as he secures my body to his.
“And now?” He asks, kissing me more deeply, working my mouth in long seductive sweeps that has me thinking of only one thing when he finally pulls away.
“I'm thinking if you keep kissing me like that, the only other place we will be going today is back to your room.” I threaten, feeling the smile on his lips as he gives me one more sweet kiss and then takes a step back.
“Come on.” He says, taking my hand and leading me out of the glass box of death and safely back inside of the building.
The next stop is lunch at one of the cutest little outdoor restaurants I have ever eaten at. Then more walking around the city and talking. He doesn't say much about himself and seems more interested in me. While I have never been one to open up to people, especially a man, I find that talking to him is one of the most natural things I have ever done.
By five o'clock, my feet are tired but other than that, I feel ready to take on the world. As Bentley leads me hand and hand past Wrigley Field, I expect him to keep walking, so when he veers towards the field and drags me along with him, I am more than a little confused.
“What are we doing?” I ask, struggling to match his long strides.
“A game is getting ready to start.” He smiles back at me, pulling me up to his side.
“Do you have tickets?” I ask, just trying to figure out his game plan.
“Nope. Flying by the seat of my pants here.” He smiles wider and then leads me to the ticket counter where he proceeds to buy two tickets, insisting that they put us all the way at the top which surprises me. I would expect a man like him to take no less than the best seats in the house.
After leading me through the crowds of Cubs fans making their way inside, he pulls me inside the souvenir shop and insists on buying us shirts and hats for the game. While I think it is completely unnecessary, I decide not to ruin his fun and even let him slide the blue hat onto my head once I have slipped on the t-shirt he got me withCUBSwritten across the front in large letters.
“Happy?” I ask, reaching back to pull my hair through the back of the hat. Not missing my chance to take in his appearance, I let my eyes travel his body, taking a sharp inhale at how amazingly sexy he looks. The blue of his shirt matches his eyes perfectly and when he flips his hat on backwards and gives me a goofy grin, I all but melt onto the floor.
“Extremely.” He smiles, fixing the bill of my hat. “I think you should wear this for the rest of the night.” He winks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as he us leads away from the shop.
