Текст книги "The Unidentified Redhead"

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"One…" I started.

"Two…" he said, eyes twinkling.

"Three," we said together. We both paused, smiling hugely, and then I took a deep breath.

"Jack, I love you."

"I know," he said at the same time.

Ass…

"Ass!" I said, smacking him on the arm.

"That was great!" he laughed. I turned and started to walk off the patio in a mock huff, feeling his arms grab at me and not let me go. I smiled since my back was to him and he couldn't see.

"Gracie, Gracie, Gracie. You know how I feel." He chuckled, turning me around to face him.

"Say it, George. I want to hear you say it," I teased, scratching his scalp the way I knew he loved.

"Well lately, I find myself quite in love with you, Sheridan," he said, tracing my mouth with his fingertips.

I kissed them, and then said. "Mmm, I love you too, Hamilton. I really, really do."

He kissed me then, slowly and sweetly, and then pulled away a little to look at me.

"You didn't just say it because I got you drunk, right?" he asked, grinning sexily.

"No dear, I got drunk all on my own. Now can we please order dinner?"

"Let's go get the menu, Nuts Girl." He laughed, taking my hand and leading me into the cottage.

"I don't need to look at the menu, just order me a grilled cheese and a chocolate shake. And ask them to bring more candy, please," I instructed, heading towards the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.

"Grilled cheese, shake, got it," he answered, grabbing the phone.

"And see if they have any energy drinks, something with ginseng," I called back to him from the other room.

"You want an energy drink and a shake?" he asked.

"No silly, the ginseng is for you, to keep up your stamina." I laughed, changing into one of the hotel robes. I heard him muttering about not needing help with his stamina. He was right about that.

"Oh, and George?" I asked, poking my head around the corner just in time to see him put the phone down again, rolling his eyes slightly at me when he saw me.

"Yes, bossy?" he asked, smiling through his clenched teeth.

"I love you," I said, blowing him a kiss.

"I love you, too," he answered, catching my kiss and placing it on his cheek.

Yeah, we were pretty freaking great.

Chapter Twenty-Three

As promised, we ate our room service in bed, clad only in our hotel robes. I insisted that he be bare beneath, making it easier for me and my trusty oonie to pounce after dinner. We laughed and talked, and I even let him have a few bites of my grilled cheese. The shake I kept for myself. Grace does not share ice cream. She does, however, talk about herself in the third person.

By the time we were done and he wheeled the cart away, I was thoroughly sated and happy. I giggled and applauded when he began performing an impromptu striptease on his way back into the bedroom and I even hummed a burlesque bump-n-grind tune while he danced about. I hooted and hollered, and threw a flower that had been left by housekeeping in appreciation of the show.

He was truly one of the funniest guys I had ever met. I hoped that as his fame increased that his fans would get to see that side of him. He wasn't just a pretty face. He was damn smart and had one of the quickest wits I'd ever encountered. What I loved about him was that he wasn't ever embarrassed, he always just let go of how silly he sometimes looked. It was absolutely endearing. Who would have guessed the guy who was making women swoon across the country could engage in the silliest robe removal I had ever seen? Certainly not me.

He finally dropped the robe while I screamed in laughter, crawling under the covers at the foot of the bed, now humming his own tune. I watched as his truly bite-able buns disappeared under the comforter and I squealed as I felt his teeth nip at my ankles. His entire body crept under the covers and I tracked his progress based on the bites I was receiving, my calf, the side of my knee, the top of my thigh, the inside of my thigh, and finally my Hamilton Brand. This was reached only after he prodded my legs apart with his nose, his hands wrapping around my hips and pulling me roughly down the bed. He continued to hum his merry little tune and, at some point, I heard it change into something that sounded like "God Save The Queen". I began to hum along with him, and I felt him smile against my skin.

Once he hit the Promised Land however, he stopped humming and I began to moan as he kissed me, tracing the entirety of my sex with his tongue and lips, being agonizingly gentle. I sighed, arching my back like a cat and stretching my arms over my head. Sometimes, he would work me slow and long, and I could tell this was going to be one of those times.

Those nights were always un-freaking-believable.

He spread my legs wider, hooking them over his shoulders and continued his gentle caressing. His tongue made delicate circles around me, working up and down and making me moan deeply. His fingers opened me further, leaving me completely vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do.

He was so good at this, but instead of letting me have a quick release, he would take me just to where my legs began to shake, and then he would back off, blowing cool breath on me, making me shiver and cry out.

By the time he had almost made me come the fourth time, I was begging for it. Just before he brought me to the place where I would finally see stars, he moved quickly up my body, poking his head out from under the covers and slipping fantastically into me.

He entered me slowly, deeply, and I was able to watch his face as he nudged his way inside. We both cried out as he sank in, inch by inch, taking what seemed like an hour to finally be in me. We sighed together and I wrapped my legs around his waist tighter, desperate to have him as deeply as I could take him in. I looked up at him, his face earnest as he slipped in and out, his blonde curls hanging down all crazy and sexy, and his strong arms as he held himself over me. He sucked in his bottom lip and bit down on it with his teeth as I bucked up to meet him.

Beautiful.

"Oh, God, Jack, that is…oh, God." I struggled to find the words to adequately explain how good he felt inside me, and I couldn't. He continued his slow, methodical movements, designed to make me shiver and shake beneath him as I listened to his throaty moans. He hooked my right leg up over his shoulder, and with this new angle, I felt him go even deeper, hitting my J-Spot, which made me cry out instantly.

"Come for me, Gracie, please…I need to feel you come," he begged, his hips speeding up as he felt my walls begin to squeeze him more firmly. His brows came together as he continued to pump into me firmly, constantly, and with no let up as I raced towards my orgasm.

This time, I came crazy quiet. Having been worked to the brink of pleasurable insanity, I was actually silent. I shook wordlessly, totally caught up in my body and his body, and the effect he had on me. I only came once, and it was like a star exploding. I heard him shout my name as he emptied into me, releasing a great moan as he held himself over me.

He folded into himself, sinking down to bury his head into my neck and I held him as it was his turn to shake. I held him tightly to me, with my legs and my arms refusing to let him leave my body. I held him as tightly as I could, taking all of his weight and his sighs and his shakes as he completely relaxed into me.

I ran my nails up and down his back and finally into his hair as he sighed his Jack's Happy Sound into my skin, warming it as he did with his sweet breath.

We stayed like that for several minutes when he finally lifted his head from my breast. I brushed his hair back from his forehead and kissed him softly.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked.

"Of course." He smiled.

"I love you," I replied, kissing him again.

"I love you too, Gracie," he sighed into my kisses. We cuddled for an hour, wrapped up together and eating hotel chocolate.

God Save The Hamilton.

***

Later on that evening, we might have gotten some chocolate in places that it had no business being, and we decided a quick rinse off was needed. We had yet to use the huge shower together, and it seemed to be a good time.

Firing up the overhead rain faucet, we turned on all the side sprays and even turned on the steamer so we could have the sauna effect. I went back into the bedroom to grab one more piece of chocolate, and when I came back in the bathroom, the entire shower was filled up with steam. I couldn't see Jack, but I knew he was already in there because he had thoughtfully written the word POO on the glass door in the steam. I could hear him in there chuckling.

"Hamilton, you are such a child," I called out towards the door

"Sheridan, get your ass in here," he teased, sticking his head out and releasing a cloud of steam into the room. "The words will get progressively worse if you don't."

Mmm, I had missed seeing my Brit all naked and wet. It was…well…steamy.

I slipped out of my robe as he watched me and climbed in past him. Standing under the main rain shower, I felt the water rush down over me. I could also feel the six other jets spraying different parts of my body, and that was really nice.

Naughty, almost.

He grabbed my shampoo, and as he lathered me up, I let my arms snake around his waist, holding his wet body closer to mine. He was careful, as always, to keep the suds out of my eyes, and then as he tilted my head backwards under the spray to rinse clean, he leaned in and kissed the hollow of my neck.

"Mmm…" I whispered, not being able to help it. He laughed wickedly as he worked the conditioner through, paying special attention to the ends, like I'd taught him.

Now it was my turn. As I stood on my tiptoes to reach his head, he steadied me with a firm grasp on my breasts. "Grace, I really could look at your tits for hours. God, they are just fantastic…" he trailed off, narrowing his eyes as I massaged the shampoo through, making it stand up wildly. I moaned again softly as his fingers slipped over my nipples.

What is it about being wet that makes everything feel so amazing? It's as though every sense is heightened, every touch, every caress feels more intense.

As soon as I rinsed his hair out, he took my shower gel, lathered up a sea wool sponge and began moving it across my body, leaving behind a trail of scented bubbles. I grabbed a similar sponge and proceeded to wash him as well, working my way from his chest and arms, down to his stomach, skipping down to his legs and back up to his Mr. Hamilton.

He was all kinds of hard. As I slid the sponge across him, he twitched, and when I looked up at him, I saw dark green burning back at me. He lowered his sponge down between my legs and I planted my feet wider, giving him increased access.

I dropped the sponge, using my hands and the bubbles to stroke him firmly up and down, feeling him get even harder. He mirrored my actions, swirling his fingers through my slick, wet…

"Grace," he murmured as he caressed me.

I moaned, feeling him twitch again as soon as he heard me.

I could feel the sprays of water hitting my body everywhere and the steam was thick and hot, making my head swim.

I needed to feel his skin and I pressed myself up against him, our wet bodies sliding across each other's as he pushed me up against the wall. The coolness of the tile, the nozzles spraying in so many directions and the sight of Jack, standing naked under the rain shower, the water running down his face and body made my knees go weak.

"Fuck me, please, fuck me," I begged, pulling him still closer. He quickly picked me up, wrapped my legs around him and was inside my warmth instantly. His body held my body in place and he pounded into me, everything slippery, hot, and wet.

His face was inches from mine as I scratched at his back, getting more and more aggressive with him. The speed with which he slammed into me and the grunts he made each time made me crazy. I crashed my body against his as he impaled me.

I could feel every inch, every thrust, every pump, and it made me out of my mind with lust. My insides were on fire, loving how hard he was pressing into me, using his strength to ravage my body.

"Grace…Fuck, Grace!" he groaned.

"Yes, yes, fuck Grace!" I screamed, feeling his body sliding against mine.

I could feel my body's tension building, increasing, threatening to split me in two with its ferocity. I pulled at his hair, making him slap at the tiles behind me.

We came together, with me screaming his name and him biting at my neck as he burst into me. We stayed like that for a moment, panting heavily, the water still beating down. He finally released me, holding me close and kissing me on the cheek. The way he could be dirty and biting me one minute and sweet and loving the next is why he was so incredible.

Then he whispered, "While you're in New York, I'm having them install a shower like this in your new house. Don't even try to argue with me," he warned, slapping my ass as he turned to rinse off one last time.

He would get no arguments from me.

***

That night we exhausted ourselves, staking our claim all over the cottage, and finally, ending up in the one room that was oddly becoming a tradition.

"Why the hell do we always end up naked in a closet?" he asked sleepily, his hands possessively surrounding my breasts as we came down from another round of mind blowing sexy times.

"I don't know. We're kinky, I guess," I croaked, my throat raw from a night of blissful screaming. He really had shown great foresight in choosing accommodations where we were separate from the other guests. I would certainly not want to be in a room next to my loud mouth. Jack had not held back at all, either. He was quite mouthy…in more ways than one.

I stood up shakily, reaching down for him and pulling him up. We dodged the hangers and the ironing board and made our way back to the bed. I slipped into his discarded shirt and he found his boxers hanging from the TV. I went to my side, and he to his, and as we met in the middle, I said, "George, it is now sleepy times, not sexy times. I need sleep, are we clear?" I asked, raising my eyebrows in a severe way.

"Hey, you'll get no arguments from me. You've worn me out, woman. I am officially all used up," he answered, pulling the duvet up over us as I clicked on the TV.

"Hey, you just said sleepy times. Turn that off, Grace." He frowned, trying to grab it away from me.

"Wait, wait…ah ha!" I yelled triumphantly, finding Lifetime and my favorite show.

The theme song from the Golden Girls streamed into the room.

"Bloody hell," he muttered, but by the end of the song he was humming along with me, and by the end of the first scene, he was laughing along with me.

And by the end of the episode, we were both fast asleep, all tucked in and peaceful.

***

The next morning, we woke up early, started the day with a bang (ahem) and were on the road back to L.A. by ten-thirty. I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with him all day, but Tuesday was getting so close, and I still had so much to do.

We drove in relative silence, and listened to songs on our iPods. We held hands the whole time and even when we stopped for gas, we were reluctant to separate. It was as if we were quietly beginning to acknowledge how little time we had left with each other and it was getting harder to ignore.

He kept his hand on my leg the rest of the drive back in L.A., and when we finally pulled into Holly's driveway, it was already mid afternoon. He needed to head back to his place for a while, and as I kissed him goodbye, I almost couldn't let him go.

He kissed me longingly and swept my hair up into a loose ponytail, holding it on the back of my neck.

"Crazy, I'll be back before you know it. You won't even have unpacked yet, I bet," he sighed, looking at my sad face.

"I know, I know…I'm being silly. You want to stay in for dinner tonight?" I asked. I really didn't want to leave the house for anything. I wanted him all to myself.

"That sounds great. You can make me dinner." He smiled, tickling my ribs.

"We can cook together. You get to help me." I laughed, squirming out of his grasp.

"That's a deal. I'll be back as soon as I can, love," he replied, kissing me once more. Then, he drove away.

I walked back into the house, shocked at how empty I felt without him there. This was not the way it was supposed to happen. I was supposed to have had a little fling with a hot Hollywood piece of ass, move to New York, and that was the end of it.

Now, I was head over heels in love with this wonderful guy, leaving in less than two days, and we hadn't even discussed what we were going to do about it.

What a fucking mess.

***

I went into the house and found Holly in the kitchen. She was sitting at the counter with a plate of crackers and a can of spray cheese.

She didn't even bother trying to hide the fact that she was really shooting the cheese straight into her mouth and leaving the crackers behind.

"So, how was the dick?" she asked immediately, not even letting me set my bag down.

"The dick? It was nice." I sighed, and leaned back against the fridge.

"How nice?" she inquired, pushing the cheese through her teeth and showing it to me.

"So nice, I'm amazed I'm able to walk, frankly," I admitted, sliding down the fridge and sitting on the floor. She looked at me carefully, and then put the top back on the can, tossing it to me.

"What's wrong, Grace?" she asked, starting in on the crackers.

"Why do you think something is wrong? I had a fabulous weekend, got fucked like it was going out of style, and…" I trailed off.

"And?"

"He told me he loved me," I said, raising my hands to my face.

"Shut up," she breathed, eyes wide.

"And I might have said it back." I grinned, peeking at her through my fingers.

"Wow. Then what the hell is wrong with you?" she asked again.

I thought for a minute, and then answered. "I feel blue, Holly." And then the tears finally started.

I was so happy and so sad at the same time. It was bound to come out. And it came out all over her slate tiles in her gourmet kitchen. She came and sat down next to me, putting an arm around me and letting me sob.

"OK, you're blue because you love him and you are leaving," she stated.

"Uh huh," I sobbed.

"And you're blue because he loves you and he'll be three-thousand miles away,"

"Uh huh," I cried.

"And you're blue because he's twenty-four and what the hell does a twenty-four-year-old movie star have in common with a thirty-three-year-old aspiring actress that is moving to New York, albeit temporarily?"

"Yes!" I wailed, clutching the can of aerosol cheese to my chest. She pried it out of my hands, replacing it with a kitchen towel.

I got calmed down while she patted my back soothingly. When I finally got myself under control, I looked at her, snot running everywhere.

"Hol, what am I going to do?"

Her eyes were thoughtful as she considered. "You're going to decide what you want and then talk to him about it. I knew he loved you. I'm just glad he said it. You deserve to have all the facts in front of you when you talk. But you need to go into this with your eyes wide open. Things are going to be difficult…you know this. He's going to be busy, so are you. You'll both be pulled in two totally different directions, and they'll be the opposite directions from where you'll want to be."

I blew my nose into the kitchen towel and she grimaced, but continued, "Talk to him, Grace. See what he wants to do. I know long distance doesn't usually work that well, but in this industry, couples are separated all the time. You never know. Stranger things can happen. Who knew you would even get to this place?" she finished, as I watched her squirt another shot of cheese into her mouth.

I was silent for a moment.

"What're you thinking about?" she asked.

"I'm thinking that I want some spray cheese." I smiled slowly at her.

"I don't believe you." She smiled back sadly at me, but handed it over.

We sat on the floor for a while, not talking, just passing the can back and forth in the way that we used to share a joint. Cheese, marijuana…same thing really.

***

That night, Holly stuck around for dinner and then mysteriously disappeared to her room. We had a lot of fun making dinner. I made grilled salmon, roasted asparagus, saffron rice and a salad. Jack assisted. He was allowed to heat the oven, stir the rice, set the table, and kiss my neck whenever he felt it looked lonely. This apparently was a lot.

After dinner, we went outside and shared one of the lounge chairs on the terrace. We engaged in the random chitchat that people do, wrapped up in each other and looking at the stars. I was looking at one star in particular and I wondered how I was going to leave him in less than two days. I must have sighed rather heavily, because he whispered,

"What's up, Crazy?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, snuggling back against him. He was sitting on the lounge chair, legs extended, and I was perched between them, leaning back up against him. He had his arms wrapped solidly around me.

"You're here, but you're not really here…you want to tell me what's going on?" he prodded, nuzzling at my neck with his soft lips in a way that made me go all silly usually.

There was no silly right now.

I sighed again, turning on my side to face him. "I'm thinking about what happens on Tuesday, when I get on a plane and leave your sorry ass." I smiled tiredly.

"Ah, Tuesday. Well, what do you think should happen?" he asked, looking very serious all of a sudden.

"Hell, I don't know. I know it's probably suicide to try to make some big proclamation right before I leave, but I'm just going to miss you so damn much. These last few weeks have been, well, pretty fucking amazing," I said, touching his face.

"I agree. Amazing. So why do you assume it won't continue to be amazing? I, for one, am looking forward to all the phone sex we'll be having…" He grinned, looking so handsome I almost burst into flames just being next to him.

I smiled, thinking of said phone sex, but then shook my head and focused again.

"See, that's just it. Why would you want to have phone sex with me, when you could be having actual sex with anyone you wanted here?" I asked, quietly, not able to meet his eyes. He raised my chin and made me look at him. His eyes glowered at me.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that," he replied shortly.

"Why? I'll leave, and you won't have to watch Golden Girls all the time anymore. You can go back to going out, living your hipster lifestyle, which, frankly you should. You are twenty-four, for fuck's sake, and I've been keeping you at home every night. How the hell are you not bored? There'll be women lining up for you," I huffed. I was getting all worked up, and quickly.

"Grace, you seem to be under the impression that I tell women I love them all the time. Can I tell you how often I've said that to anyone other than my family? Twice. That's it, in my entire life, twice. Why would I fuck around on you?" he asked, getting heated.

"Hey, man, people in love fuck around all the time. It happens. It's not that uncommon," I retorted, leaning up on the chair and out of his arms.

Here comes the shit storm…

"How about the next party you're at, and there's a blonde and a brunette wanting to take you home with them, huh? What do you do?" I continued.

"I tell them about the redhead that I'm in love with, and then I tell them to piss off. Where the hell is this coming from?" he asked, getting angry.

"It's coming from the fact that we're going to be three-thousand miles away from each other, and I'm scared to death about what's going to happen. Maybe I shouldn't be so involved already, but I am. And even though you probably should be, I hate the idea of you with anyone else," I said angrily, sitting up straight.

"Be with anyone else? Why don't you let me decide who I want to be with? Is this something I need to worry about? You seem awfully defensive. Something you want to tell me, Grace?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at me, watching me carefully.

"Oh, please. You're the one that's going to have a pussy parade to choose from as soon as you pop back up on the grid. They'll be falling over with their legs in the air and it can be just like before you started spending your evenings with Ma Kettle," I snapped.

He glared at me, running his hands manically through his hair as he processed what I'd said.

"Grace, you are bloody insane! Are you hell bent on fucking this up before we really even get going? And a pussy parade? You're really pushing it…truly," he finished, the warning clear in his voice.

I shoved myself out of the chair and stalked over to the ledge, looking out at the city—the city that I was leaving. The city that I was leaving in two days. Two days. Why the hell was I picking a fight with him now when I was leaving in two mother fucking days?

I spun about fast, seeing him sitting in the chair dejectedly. He looked confused and hurt…and pissed as hell.

Would you quit trying to mess this up?

Dammit.

I walked back over and stood in front of him. He wouldn't look up. "Jack?" I asked, trying to get him to look at me. He didn't answer. I tried again.

"Hey, look at me. Please?" I asked again, his eyes closing at the word 'please'.

"I'm pissed at you, Gracie," he said darkly, but the use of the name 'Gracie' let me know he was more hurt than pissed.

"I know, I'm pissed at myself right now. Can you understand why I'm nervous though?" I inquired, daring to reach out another hand to his hair, scratching at his scalp. He ducked away from my hand, his eyes piercing. He was not going to let this slide so easily.

"I get why you're nervous to leave, but I don't get why you think I'd do something like that. If this is gonna work, especially when we're apart, there needs to be some pretty basic trust," he said, finally opening his eyes and looking at me.

Oh man, he was better equipped at twenty-four to deal with this than I was.

"I know, love. You have to understand, I've got thirty-three years worth of crap baggage knocking around behind me, and if you take me, you take the baggage. Old insecurities…they're a bitch." I laughed spitefully.

"You don't think I'm nervous about this, too? The timing of this whole thing is crap. We're crazy to even try to make this work, but I think it's crazy not to. I don't know what's going to happen. We might be totally fucked."

"I agree, totally fucked," I answered, frowning.

"You need to settle down, though. No more pussy parade. That was uncalled for, Grace," he warned again, his face serious. "And quit blaming our age difference when it's your shit that's making this weird right now."

I paused, and took in what he said. He was right, this was all my shit. I reached out tentatively with my hand again, approaching the scalp scratch once more. This time, he let me.

"Fucking Nuts Girl," he sighed, closing his eyes again in acceptance of my hand.

"How about we just take it as it comes and we'll see how we manage the distance thing? We don't need to decide anything tonight…yes?" I continued.

He leaned in and pressed his face against my stomach, embracing me and pulling me into him.

"Yes," he said, his voice muffled as he hugged me tightly. We were quiet for a minute, as I played with his hair. "Grace?" he asked, still muffled.

"Mmm hmm?"

"You're thirty-three?" he asked my tummy.

"Yep," I answered truthfully. The jig was up.

"Fuck, you're old," he said, holding me tighter. He knew to restrain me.

"Hating you right now, Hamilton," I seethed.

"Loving you right now, Sheridan." He laughed.

Shit storm over…or was this just a shit squall?

I managed to get out of his grip and backed away from him. I walked over to where the hot tub was and slowly slipped out of my tank top and shorts. He watched me as I removed my bra and panties and slipped underneath the water.

"You can't love me from over there. Now, get your ass in here and make this thirty-three-year-old scream," I instructed, leaning back against the rim with my arms spread out across the back, making sure my breasts bobbed just above the surface.

He was in the tub in thirty-seven seconds.

And that was the night I found out Jack Hamilton could hold his breath underwater for an obscenely long time.

***

We slept deeply that night, exhausted, but pleasantly so. Curled up with his hands on my breasts, I slept the sleep of the solidly fucked. And that can be taken several ways.

The next morning dawned clear and sunny; classic California for my last full day in L.A. And I would be spending it mostly alone. Jack was up early and I watched from the bed as he changed. He had interviews all day and was taking a lunch meeting with Holly and a new director for a movie he was hoping to do in the spring. He had essentially quit working once Time was finished shooting, devoting his time to the upcoming media blitz that would take him half way around the world and back again.

I stayed in bed as he got dressed and sighed happily at the sight of my Jack, walking around sleepily dressed only in his jeans and no shirt. His hair was extra curly this morning, and he looked adorable. He smiled when he caught me staring and asked what I had planned for today.

"Well, I'm finishing up some last minute packing and then I'm having lunch with Nick to say goodbye to him. I've gotta go over to my house late this afternoon to sign the last few work orders and then I'm officially moved in, just to move back out," I answered, tossing him his shirt that was on the floor next to my bed. I couldn't resist giving it a quick sniff.

Mmm, S'mores and Sex.

"Grace, did you just sniff my shirt?" he asked, incredulous.

"Yep, I did. What of it? And after you leave, I'll probably lay on your side for a while because the pillow smells like you. I'm ridiculous when I'm in love. We're talking Hallmark over here." I giggled, now hugging his pillow to my chest and taking deep breaths in, flaring my nostrils and widening my eyes.

"Wow, that's not attractive." He laughed, taking in my display. I curled up on his side anyway and continued to watch him putter about.