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I gaze down at his wonderful gift, twisting the silver chain between my fingers. It feels awfully heavy, but I love it. “Thank you,” I repeat, looking at him. “This is the loveliest present anyone’s ever given me.”
“Glad you like it.” Serenely, Nick crosses the room, pulls out the office-style chair from my desk and pushes it next to my bed. Sitting down, he unscrews the bottle of cough mixture and feeds me a spoonful. I lick my lips; it tastes sweet and tangy. Then he picks up one of the bread rolls, dips it in the soup and raises it to my lips. I hesitate, prolonging the moment far longer than is necessary. Finally, I take a bite. Chewing methodically, I savour every last morsel.
Nick smiles lovingly as he continues feeding me. His eyes never leave mine for a second and I start to get hot under the collar. I note the firm broadness of his shoulders, the way his arms bulge as he feeds me, and reminisce about the explosive time we had last night.
I swallow dryly.
His gaze is fixed on my lips, watching me as I eat the bread, taking in every last chomp and chew. I have a pretty good idea what he’s thinking.We’re so absorbed in the sense of being close to each other that we do not begin talking for a while, the silence broken only by the gentle rise and fall of our breathing. It’s so surreal having him in my bedroom,like my prince has stepped from the pages of a fairy tale into real life.
When I’ve finished eating, I ask him if he wants to watch a movie. Nick says he’s happy to do whatever I want, so I suggest he slotsThe Breakfast Clubinto the DVD player.
He goes over to the glass shelving unit by the wall and peruses the coloured spines in search of my request. I ask him if he’s ever seenBreakfast Club.
“No,” he replies. “To be honest, I’m not much of a film man, but I’m always game for a good romance.”
“Oh, it’s not so much a romance, more a coming of age story, though there are some romantic elements. It was one of my favourite movies growing up.”
“Sounds good. If you love it, then I’m sure I will, too. Watching it will be like getting to know a piece of your history.”
My heart flutters.What a lovely way of putting it.Nick’s such a sweetheart. When I was with Andrew, he never showed the slightest interest in my hobbies and constantly poked fun at what he called my ‘kitsch’ taste in films.
Once the DVD is in the player, Nick returns to the wardrobe, strips down to his boxers and hangs the rest of his clothes up neatly on hangers. Then, as the movie begins, he sits at the edge of the bed and pulls back the duvet to reveal my feet.
I squirm at his touch, fretting about my chipped nail polish.
He chuckles, as if sensing my thoughts. “Relax.”
Taking my foot in both his hands, Nick gently walks his thumbs back and forth over the soles of my feet. I close my eyes and let out a small sigh; I can’t begin to describe how good this feels.
“You have such pretty toes,” he whispers, taking my other foot and working the pressure points with his thumbs. “Your skin is so soft.”
Opening my eyes, I smile at him, roll my neck and force myself to focus back on the movie. With considerable skill, Nicks rotates my ankle clockwise and then anti-clockwise, rotating each toe the same way, before pulling gently on each.
“How does that feel?”
“Fantastic.”
“Do you want it harder or softer?”
“Harder.”
Obediently, Nick slides his hands up and down each foot, at the same time applying more pressure with his thumbs. Deep waves of relaxation wash through me.Is there no end to this man’s talents?
When he’s satisfied he’s done a thorough job, he places my feet back on the mattress, slides up to the top of the bed and wraps his arms around me. I release a pent-up sigh; it’s complete bliss being with him like this. I love his scent, the feel of his chest against my skin. Life just can’t get any better.For a long time, we stay frozen in the same position, pretending to watch the movie, but my mind is starting to wander. It’s not easy being this close to him and not want to do things.
“You’re supposed to be watching the movie,” I scold, pointing to the TV.
“I’m trying to,” he counters, “but it’s difficult when there are so many sweet distractions.”
I lower my lashes. “Please, concentrate.”
But the order is more to myself than him. It’s obvious what we both want, but it can’t happen. Not today, not with me in this state.
We try to settle down again, try to behave ourselves, but halfway through the movie, Nick moves in and starts kissing my neck. It feels so good that I put up no resistance; I love what he’s doing and don’t want it to stop. For a while I let it continue, then out of nowhere, he locks his fingers into my T-shirt and pulls it clean off. I gasp with surprise. There’s a wild blaze in his eyes, a dark excitement that tells me a little too late I’ve been playing with fire.
“Nick, I’m not sure we should …”
But my protests die in my throat as he guides me back to the mattress and gently but firmly pins me down. I cannot move, cannot function; his touch has near-paralysed me. Hungrily, he licks and kisses the underside of my right breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers and sucking it as he would my clit. Then he moves onto my left, taking my nipple in his teeth before blowing hot air over it. I moan lightly. Seconds pass. Minutes. A shiver shoots down my spine and I sneeze; he’s not perturbed. Succumbing to my carnal urges, I allow his sweet assault to continue.
