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“It’s just, I really wanted you to be the first person I see tomorrow.”
I melt again. “You won’t be awake then,” I whisper as I smile.
“Text me when you are on your way and I will open the door for you. I just want to see you.”
I melt again. Adorable. “Ok, I will text you when I’m close.”
“Ok, I love you.” I can hear that she’s smiling, she hangs up.
I blow out a breath and sit back in my seat. I put my hands behind my head as I think.
Decision time.
What’s it going to be Stan … Yes or No?
Natasha
Beep, beep. My phone beeps a text. I roll over sleepily and pick up my phone from the side table.
Are you awake?
I smile sleepily and reply.
Yes
It bounces back again.
I’m ten minutes away.
I smile and text back.
K
I smile and lie down then start to doze. Another text comes through.
I’m at the door It’s locked.
Oops! I fell back asleep. I jump up and go to the front door and open it in a rush. And there he stands. Tall, dark and extremely handsome. I smile broadly and go to cuddle him.
He looks around at the guards. “Tash, not here. Inside.” He pushes me back in the house. I smile bashfully. I am wearing grey satin boxer shorts and a white singlet, and my hair is all over the place. He is in a dark suit and never has he looked more beautiful.
Gently he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear and tenderly leans down and kisses me. He’s so much taller when I have no shoes on. He runs his fingers down my cheek and wipes them over my lips as he seems to study my face, his face is serious and pensive.
I smile. “You’re very intense tonight, Mr Stanton,” I whisper as I run my hands over the back of his hair.
He smiles down at me. “Am I?”
I nod and kiss him again, the kiss ends and we stand silently, resting our cheeks together intimately as we embrace. What’s going on here? This is new.
“Thanks for coming,” I smile into the quietness. “Are you hungry? I can make you something,” I whisper as I pull him into the kitchen by the hand.
He follows me in and stands resting his behind against the bench in the corner of the kitchen.
I start to fuss around in the pantry. “Do you want some toast? A cup of tea?” I ask.
He smiles and nods. “Yes please.” He looks around the house. “I haven’t been here for a long time,” he says quietly.
I smile and nod. I don’t want to bring up the last time he was here. It was horrific.
