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I placed her gently in the center of her bed and wrapped the blankets over her body, careful not to wake her.
But as I turned around to leave, I heard her whisper, “Nathan.” I looked back as her eyes began to flutter open. “Will you stay with me?” she asked, sounding so weak.
I didn’t say anything. I knew I should turn around and walk straight to the guest room, especially with her parents’ room just down the hall, but then she whispered, “Please?”
I lifted the blankets and slid my body beside her, molding into her incredible curves. She moved closer to me and rested her head on my chest as I wrapped my arms around her protectively. As soon as she fell asleep, I told myself that I would leave and sleep in the guest room, but my eyes were heavy, and the calming feeling of having Natalie beside me put me right to sleep.
I didn’t wake up until dawn when the sun was already shining brightly through the bay window. Natalie was sleeping so peacefully on my chest. Her long silky hair was smoothed out against my arm, and her hand was tightly clutching my sweatshirt. I bent my head toward her, placing a kiss on her forehead, and then slowly sneaked out from under her grip. I then went to the guest room where I tossed and turned in bed without Natalie’s presence.
That all seemed like such a long time ago.
Now, going down the enormous staircase, I hear laughter and follow the sound. I poke my head into the living room and find Jason watching something on the massive TV.
“Hey, is your sister around?” I ask.
He looks over at me and answers before spooning cereal into his mouth. “Yeah, she’s in the kitchen.” He points behind me.
“Great. Thanks.” I turn around to leave but hear Jason say something.
“Thanks for taking care of my sister last night.” He puts his bowl of cereal on the table beside him. “She had a tough year last year, and it’s nice to see her finally happy again.”
“Yeah, of course,” I respond.
What does he mean by a tough year?
As I head to the kitchen, I put that comment on the back burner for another time.
When I walk in, Natalie is sitting on a counter stool at the island, immersed in the book in her hands. She’s changed out of her bathrobe and into a thin blue sweater and jeans. Even dressed casually, she looks beautiful.
“Reading anything good?” I ask.
She looks up, a little surprised. “Oh, hi.” She smiles. “Here’s your sweatshirt from last night.” She puts down her book and hands me the folded sweatshirt, which now smells pleasantly like her.
I pull up a counter stool beside her, and she starts pouring a cup of coffee for me. “Thanks,” I say, taking the warm mug in my hands.
She begins tracing a circle on the counter with her finger, probably trying to think of something to say.
“So, I was thinking about taking a ride along the coast today.” I sip some coffee while observing Natalie.
“That sounds nice,” she responds, still looking at her hand.
“Yeah, I just want to clear my head a bit, but I think you should come with me. There is something I’d like to show you.”
“Really?” she asks. There’s excitement in her eyes as they meet mine.
I pull her counter stool closer to me, causing her breath to weaken. My lips are just inches from hers, but I let the seconds toll and anticipation build. My hands grip her thighs, rubbing them up and down. Then, just as she thinks I’m about to go in for a kiss, I move my lips to her ear and whisper, “Yes, really,” before jumping up from my seat and making my way to the front door.
I don’t grasp how fast she is, though, because just as I’m about to pull the handle on the door, she turns my body and pushes me against the wall in a single motion. I can easily get out of her hold if I really want to, but I don’t want to.
She presses her hands against my chest, looks up at me, and says with a playful tone, “You think you’re so smooth, don’t you?”
A sly smile makes its way to my lips as I bring my hand up to her jawline and slowly trace it back and forth with my finger. Instead of responding, I bring my lips as close as possible to hers without letting them touch. Our eyes are in a deadlock as I let the anticipation build for a second time.
Both of us are waiting to see who gives in first.
My lips move slowly to her jawline, where I now start placing a line of small kisses, taking my time with each one. Eventually, I lead the trail of kisses further down her neck. I can feel her pulse quicken with each kiss, but she is standing perfectly still, pretending this isn’t affecting her in the slightest. She’s trying to win this little war we’ve started of who can hold out the longest.
And she probably would have won, too, if my mouth hadn’t made its way down to her delicate skin that was previously hidden under her blue sweater and black lace bra. And maybe if my tongue hadn’t licked her just one time across her very stiff nipple.
