Against Me

The walk towards his room was both aesthetically pleasing and nerve-wracking. I had been in his bed before, but knowing that I would be in his bed again, this time with him taking it to me naked with only a robe he had pulled on me last minute before leaving the room, it did some thing to my heart. To my mind. To my brain.

"You are perfect even from down here too," I said, my voice low, my chest heaving.

He looked down at me, then gave a small laugh. "Perfect? You should see you, sweetheart."

I gave a small chuckle, then wrapped my hands around his shoulders, pushing my body up to him, my face buried in his neck.

"You smell so good, too."

He didn't reply, and my heart skipped a beat as the door slowly opened.

"You haven't been here before," he said, walking in, his eyes meeting mine.

I bit down on my lips and slowly turned to the room. My breath hitched, my lips parting as I took in the room. His room was massive, and it had a large window just like mine.

It had a round bed that lev