Chapter 31: Slow

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Song: Kiss me - Ed Sheeran

Becca

For the rest of the night, a dazzling smile decorated Brett's already dazzling face. It never left, not for one second after I said yes to being his girlfriend. But how could I blame him? I felt lighter, happier than I had in months.

Scratch that, in years. Forever, even.

The pain I felt earlier over my parents had disappeared. Brett had somehow managed to place a temporary bandaid over my heart, holding me together in a way I didn't think was possible.

"Here," Brett said as he walked out of the closet smiling, holding a pair of clothes up to me, folded neatly in his palms like a trophy. "You can wear this tonight."

I was sitting on his bed with my legs crossed, trying to ignore the fact that I was with Brett. In his bedroom. On his bed. Alone.

My mind was going a mile a minute and that didn't even compare to my heart. But the way Brett smiled at me right now made me know deep down that somehow, everything was going to be alright. That as long as he was here, we could do this together.

"Thanks," I said slowly, smiling up at him as I grabbed the pyjamas from his outstretched hand. I still had his sweater tucked in the back of my closet. The thought made me giggle.

"What's so funny?" He asked, watching me with his eyebrows raised.

I grinned like a lunatic but shook my head, not wanting to mention my creepy obsession with his sweater. "I need to get dressed," I stated, holding up the clothes and giving him a look that said to either leave or turn around.

"By all means. Don't let me stop you," he said flirtatiously, winking at me. He stood in front of me with his arms crossed, feet planted firmly and no intentions of leaving.

"Brett!" I managed to say while laughing. "Turn around. Please," I asked him sweetly, knowing he wouldn't say no.

"Fine." He groaned, leaning down and kissing me quickly before walking out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

My heart fluttered at the feel of his lips on mine. No matter what, I knew I would never get used to that.

I waited a moment, making sure he wouldn't open the door and walk back in. When it seemed safe, I quickly took off my clothes and put on the ones Brett handed me. My eyes widened in horror when I realized he only brought me a grey t-shirt. No pants.

I resisted the urge to scream and put it on quickly. The shirt fit me like a dress, the hem reaching my mid-thigh and the sleeves swallowing my arms, ending at my elbow.

I stood in the middle of his bedroom feeling self-conscious, shifting awkwardly on my feet and very aware of my bare legs.

"Can I come in?" Brett yelled, knocking on the bedroom door.

I took a deep breath. "Yes!" I called back, nervously crossing my arms over my chest.

The door opened slowly and Brett's face peaked out of the crack before he walked out. His eyes trailed from my face down my body, lingering momentarily on my bare legs and making every inch of my skin feel like it was on fire. His gaze returned to mine and he smiled, running a hand through his hair as his eyes immediately returned to my legs.

"Damn," was all he said as he walked towards me slowly.

I swallowed loudly, my breathing rapid as he closed the distance between us. Brett placed his hands on my shoulders, then slid them down my arms before his fingers held mine.

"You're shaking like a leaf, baby," he said softly, rubbing my hands in his.

Baby. My entire body melted at the word.

"You could have given me some pants," I said sarcastically, my voice sounding breathless. I pretended that me shaking had everything to do with being cold and nothing to do with how close Brett was and the look in his eyes.

"And miss out on all of this?" He said, gesturing downwards to my legs. "No thanks," he smiled smugly and lowered his head to mine, kissing my bottom lip gently as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

The butterflies reclaimed their righteous spot in my belly.

I struggled to understand how just moments ago, Brett had asked me to be his girlfriend. It felt as if we'd been together forever. In a way, we had. But none of it had felt this real until this very moment.

My knees began to go weak as Brett kissed me, slow and passionate as his lips gently teased mine. He smelled so, so good. Like cinnamon, warm and spicy. Heat was radiating off his body as it pressed against mine, sending new chills down my spine.

Brett pulled away after a moment and rested his forehead against mine, not saying anything for a minute as we both caught our breath.

He took a deep breath and kissed my nose. "Tired?" he asked me, his voice strained. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. When he opened his eyes, their light blue hue was gone, replaced by something much darker, a blaze from within.

I nodded in response, words escaping me. Brett laughed at my dazed expression and gently pulled me onto the bed with him.

"You know what I realized?" He asked me quietly once we were nestled into each other.

"Hm?" I murmured, my face pressed against his chest.

"We've never gone on a date."

I lifted my head off his chest and stared at him. "We went to Jenny's party together, if you count that," I told him.

"I don't," he replied quickly, making me laugh. It was funny how I could now look back on that bad memory and laugh about it, knowing that it was all in the past.

I still hadn't stopped smiling. I felt like someone smeared perma-smile on my face. If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up.

"What's going on in there?" Brett asked, tapping my forehead gently. "Thinking about how sexy your man is?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows at me and making me giggle.

"Shut up," I said, rolling my eyes at him. I mean...he wasn't wrong. My breath still caught every time I looked at him. Knowing that every single bit of him wanted me and only me was almost too good to be true.

"Where are we going on our first date?" I asked, smiling at the thought.

"Wherever you'd like, girlfriend," he replied, kissing my forehead and making me sigh in contentment.

"It doesn't matter," I said softly, "as long as we're together."

Brett smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He brushed his lips against mine softly. "You're killing me," he whispered against my mouth. I tiled my chin up and kissed him slowly, running my hand along the rough stumble that dotted his jaw.

He pulled back after a moment, his eyes fixated on mine. "You make me so happy, Becca." He whispered as his thumb trailed along my bottom lip.

I bit his finger gently and he laughed, his eyes widening in surprise before he pinched my lips between his thumb and forefinger, making me pout.

"First date ideas. What should we do?" He asked again.

I tried to speak but his fingers held my lips shut, making my words come out in a muffled mess.

He laughed loudly, his eyes twinkling brightly even in the darkness. "Sorry? I didn't quite catch that," he teased, removing his fingers and playing with a strand of my hair instead.

"We can stay in," I suggested. "Order food, watch a movie..." I trailed off, enjoying the thought of us spending the night together here, relaxing like normal couples do.

Couple, I smiled at the word. Dammit. How had my life actually turned out right for once?

Brett chuckled beside me, his body shaking the bed. "It's only been a few hours and you're already trying to keep me all to yourself?" He teased, running his fingers down my arm. "Not that I mind, Becs. I'm all yours," he leaned in and kissed me again, making my head swoon.

"This is moving so fast," I admitted to him once his lips left mine. Not that it was a bad thing. It was overwhelming how quickly I had developed such strong feelings for Brett. It excited me beyond belief, but also scared the living daylights out of me.

"Not for me," Brett told me gently, his eyes holding mine. "This all started months ago in the hallway when I kissed you for the first time, Becca. This is long overdue," he whispered, kissing my cheek, my heart fluttering uncontrollably in my chest.

I laid there, my head over his chest, listening to the beat of his heart and matching my breathing to it, allowing it to calm me down.

Brett was perfect, so unbelievably wonderful that I struggled to understand how he was dating me; how someone like him ended up with an ordinary girl like myself. But maybe that is what's so special about us, our differences. We balance each other out, each the missing piece to the other.

"We can take things slow, if that's want you want," he told me, his voice bringing my attention back to him.

I nodded. "Slow is good." Slow was what I needed. After all, this was new to me. I wanted everything with Brett, there wasn't one part of myself that doubted that. But all was too much for right now, but in time. Everything would fall into place in time.

"Slow," he repeated, his voice low. He paused for a moment then lowered his head to mine. "Slow...like this?"

I shrieked as Brett turned his body over quickly so that I was laying flat on my back and he was on top of me, his hands resting on either side of my body as he supported his own weight.

"What are you..." I trailed off, unable to concentrate as he kissed my shoulder, trailing kisses downwards onto my collarbone. His mouth never left my skin, moving slowly up my neck and kissing under my ear, making me shiver and my eyes flutter close.

His lip moved up to my chin, making their way closer to my lips that yearned for him. He stopped with his face hovering over mine, his rushed breath blowing over my face and making my head feel dizzy.

This is not slow, my mind was warning me to stop. But I trusted Brett, he would never force me into something I wasn't ready for. But this, kissing? This was...more than enough. For now.

His eyes were fixated on my mouth as he licked his lips slowly. I tilted my chin up to him, the urge to kiss him overpowering everything else, but he pulled back and smiled down at me mischievously.

I groaned and turned my head away from him in annoyance. He laughed on top of me and kissed my neck softly.

"You said slow," he murmured into my skin.

"You're a tease," I told him, giving him a pointed look.

He chuckled deeply, the sound rumbling through my body. "I'm a tease? Do you know how badly your lips have been mocking me for the past several months? It was quite rude, actually." His voice was husky and I blushed, his words taking me by surprise.

"We've kissed before," I reminded him.

"It's never enough," he said quietly. "Never."

His gaze met mine once again, his long lashes casting shadows under his eyes. His face was hidden in the darkness but I didn't miss the look in his eyes. The want, the hundreds of emotions that flashed there, every single one making me forget how to breathe.

I placed my hand on his chest gently. "It has to be enough, Brett. For now," I told him seriously, needing him to understand what I was saying in so little words.

Brett nodded slowly and smiled down at me, a smile that melted my heart and repaired it at the same time.

"Okay," he breathed before pressing his lips to mine. He rolled over on the bed and laid on his back again, reaching out and pulling me to him. I rested my head on his chest as he wrapped one arm around my shoulder, our legs intertwined.

"Goodnight, Becca." He whispered into the darkness, pulling the blanket over us.

"Goodnight, Brett," I replied, my voice calm while a storm raged on inside me.

My heart didn't stop racing until I fell asleep.

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