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“You are one lucky lady today, miss - they must have cost a fortune. There are 500 roses in that!” he says, pointing at the large arrangement.
My eyes go wide at his statement. 500 roses? I have never seen and certainly have never received anything as extravagant as this.
“Thank you so much,” I say as he walks back out the door and down the path to his van, driving off to his next delivery. Shutting the front door, I look at the flowers, they are so beautiful, and their scent is amazing. With butterflies in my stomach, I reach for the small card poking out and I open it.
500 roses for the 500 moments I have thought about you already this morning.
Have a good day at work.
Stephen.
I am besotted. I have received flowers twice now, he had gran moved into a private room, and had a specialist put in charge of her care. He calls me every day, he has visited my work a few times, we had an amazing time at Romeo’s restaurant earlier in the week, and we had an amazing time with each other last night.
He is such a good kisser, and I am totally enchanted by him. I am also a bundle of nerves because my dating experience is non-existent, and I have no idea what I am doing.
Is he expecting the same thing in return? I certainly cannot afford big, beautiful gifts such as this, and I feel bad that he is spending his money on me. I take one last smell of the roses before I gather my things and start my commute to work. Back to reality and away from my fairytale thoughts of my prince charming.
* * *
Sitting here at the hospital with gran late this afternoon, I relay all the past day’s activities and together we are giddy with excitement. She is living vicariously through me and what is now my love life, something I haven't had before. It's great to see gran laughing and her coughing seems to have eased, the nurses say she is doing well, and if everything continues to improve, she will be able to come home soon.
As we sit laughing, Stephen walks in, looking sharp in his suit, although he does look tired and a little stressed. He has with him a small box of Godiva chocolates for gran - I’m not familiar with the brand, but no doubt they are amazing. He hands me a small hot chocolate, knowing that I need a hit of energy, but not caffeine at this time so late in the day.
“You didn’t have to do that!” I say with a silly smile on my face, my pleasure at seeing him seeping through my body. He walks to me and puts a hand around my waist and pulls me close, giving me a peck on the cheek in greeting.
“I thought I would come to see how my two favorite girls are doing,” he says, looking at gran and giving her a cheeky wink. Of course, ‘us girls’… swoon. I am smiling and gran is admiring us.
We sit at gran’s bedside and talk for a little while. It is nice. It is easy. It is like we have been doing this forever, and I have to remind myself that we have only known each other a short time. I reach out and touch his hand, wanting to feel him and be closer to him. His eyes flick to mine, and I see hunger in his gaze. The nurses come in to get gran settled for the evening, and Stephen and I leave her to sleep, him taking me back to my place again, in what has become our nice new routine.
As we drive home, the journey is quiet for both of us, we are content in each other's company. Pulling up, I notice for the first time how odd his car looks in my driveway. Parked next to Essie, our old beaten-up death trap of a car, his shiny black luxury vehicle, which I am sure costs more than our house, looks at odds with the landscape of the lower/middle class street. My chest tightens as I am once again reminded of our stark differences.
Stepping inside, I smell the amazing aroma of chicken stew that I put in the crockpot this morning, and I am mentally high fiving myself for having the forethought to meal plan because I am starving right now. Stephen’s belly rumbles, and I laugh. “Come on, I made enough for you too,” I say, looking at him and pulling him by the hand into the house.
“Wow, that smells good,” Stephen comments as we walk into the kitchen, where I start to get busy preparing the table. Stephen has other thoughts, though, as he pulls me to him and wastes no time as his lips encase mine. Standing in the middle of my tiny kitchen, I feel his hands on my lower back pulling me closer to him and my arms automatically curve around his neck, both of us hungry for each other. I can feel his hardened length against my belly and his lips and tongue kiss me feverishly and without question. My heart is beating in my chest because I want him, I really want him.
His kisses continue down my neck, peppering me. “God, you're beautiful. I have been craving you all day, angel.”
I close my eyes at the contact and moan, leaning into his body. When he calls me angel, I feel like I will orgasm on the spot. I want him as much as he wants me. I hear his belly rumble again and I pull back.
“Let me feed you,” I say quietly, wanting very much to take care of him, just like he has taken care of me.
“All right, let’s eat, it smells amazing. But then I want you for dessert,” he comments cheekily with a wink, making me quiver in excitement. Sitting down, we sit in the same chairs as we did last night, merely inches away from each other around the small table. We enjoy dinner together on our mismatched crockery, and I can tell something is on his mind. He looks concerned.
“Are you all right?” I ask, putting my hand on his. He turns his hand over and grasps mine, caressing it with his thumb before replying.
“Just a few things on my mind, work is a little crazy right now, there is a lot going on.”
While I know that he isn’t telling me everything, I let him be, knowing he will tell me if and when he wants to. I stand to clear the dishes and put them all in the sink to worry about later once he leaves. I come back to the table, and he reaches for me and pulls me to his lap, me straddling him, his hands firmly squeezing my butt as he pulls me closer to him.
“Thanks for dinner, angel.”
“My pleasure,” I reply just before his mouth takes mine again. He tastes of seduction, his kisses more ferocious than ever before. My arms cling to his shoulders as his hands continue to hold my hips, his fingers squeezing my butt cheeks in a way that feels damn sexy.
Pulling me closer, he lifts his hips slightly and grinds me onto him, wanting me to feel his desire, and it is hard to ignore. If I thought he was hard before, now he is throbbing, his need for me so strong. He stands up, with my legs wrapped around his waist, then sits me on the table just as he did last night as he leans down and takes my lips in his again, not letting me go even for a moment.
His hands move up my sides, and he massages my breast on the outside of my clothes, as my fingers grip onto the lapels of his jacket, not wanting to let go. His lips kiss down my jaw to my neck, and I can feel my need for him, making me wet and ready.
My heart is beating fast. OMG this is happening, this is really happening. His hands move down to my legs to the hem of my dress, a soft grey jersey wrap around style, perfect for both work and make out sessions it seems.
