I lose my courage and turn back to Arrick’s car once more, aiming for the door, but he catches me from behind and turns me back around, keeping his arms around my waist and shoving me forward to walk slowly with his groin pressed to my ass to help push me onward.
“We’re doing this… My mom will probably not react like you think she will.” He’s trying to get me up the path of his parents’ house. The entire drive here I tried to talk him and myself in and out of doing this, my nerves are frayed, my emotions a mess and I’m losing all courage. I feel like I’m going to be sick or pass out and maybe just want to stay in his car and hide.
Or go home, we could just go home.
“It’s not her, it’s facing everyone, knowing that my mom has told them all. That they all probably know the stuff we get up to now. How they’re all going to react. It’s awful.” I beg him, tensing agains
“You will be fine, baby cakes. Just man up and seduce him before you tell him.” Christian laughs down the phone, supportive as ever and I sigh. Nerves splayed, stomach churning and tapping my fingers on the counter impatiently.“I think he might get mad. Or upset. I don’t know.” I stare at the wall of the apartment, facing the entertainment unit with it’s million and one framed pictures of us from the last year. The smiling happy trips and the cute couple snaps from favorite selfies. His lounge is looking less refined and manly nowadays, with the addition of throws, fluffy cushions and a manner of pink and sparkles mixed through all the grey and cool tone things. His domain has slowly been morphing over the months into a girly love pad and he doesn’t seem to care, even though it’s not as prim and neat as it used to be.
Arry leads me into the apartment, holding hands, fingers interlocked snugly, and gives me a soft sexy smile as he guides me into the wide, high ceiling hallway of our new abode. I’m tired from our journey, drained, achy, and need a long soak in the tub from being on a commercial plane for hours, but we’re finally here. I can push off the heaviness of my body and bones and sink into ourhome with a huge sigh of relief. It’s finally happening. After weeks of hard work, stress, and panic to get us here before my new term starts. I’m drained, exhausted, yet tingly with anticipation.Paris… our home for the next year. Our little adventure while I go to school and take steps to the dream I have in my sights. He’s moved heaven and earth to make sure this happened,and I couldn’t love him anymore for it if I tried. It’s our reality, it’s my future.I glance around as he drops our flight bags on t
I storm from the shelves before I get the urge to throw something at him and grab a throw pillow from the couch instead. It’s made from some sort of fur, like real fur; flat, smooth rawhide kind of fur and I grimace as I touch it. It’s awful and I am so anti real fur!I turn and throw that at him in disgust instead, trying to vent some of this spiraling energy inside of me that’s fit to burst out. He dodges and frowns, still trying not to smile and I do not see what is funny about this at all. Never understood his complete infatuation with my tantrummy side, or that he finds it both cute and amusing when I am on the verge of causing him bodily harm.He is so fucking weird.“You can keep your shitty apartment then. You want it this way, you can have it back this way. Pretty sure I can still get mine back, seeing as Jake rented it out and never sold it. Go home and take it back … bin all my sparkly shit and burn my fucking U
“Do you want me to come in with you?” Arry regards me with scrutiny, standing in the street outside the old-fashioned brick building and I blink up at him with a serious frown. Stomach in knots.“You’re kidding right? What, like you’re my dad and this is kindergarten?” I resist the urge to fan my face for the third time, push down the nausea and nerves and refrain from shoving Arry’s fussing hands off me. He’s fixing my jacket for the second time in five minutes, and even though it’s endearing, it’s making me feel antsy and agitated as he brushes a hair out of my face softly. I’m terrified, anxiety on overdrive and he is being infuriatingly cool about all of this, if not a little anally handsy. He can be so much like his mother at times, a clucking hen fussing around me when we he knows I’m uptight.“It’s your first day, you’re in a new country, new school… You’re ner
“Hey beautiful, you’re early, I was going to come meet you. How was it?” Arry comes out of the kitchen as I walk through the front door, bag in hand, and have to smile through my crappy mood. I don’t want him to know how awful today really was. I don’t want him thinking some bitch girls are victimizing me already and that coming here was a mistake. He has moved heaven and earth to get us here before I started the term, got our apartment ready, pushed a lot of his own stuff back so he could be here with me for the first weeks of life in Paris. I just don’t want him thinking it was all for nothing, not yet anyway, not in the first few days when it all might settle down and I will just stress him out for no reason.He would hate knowing that these girls have just spent a day ostracizing me and throwing bitchy looks and snide remarks all day long. My tutors were not really any help, turning a blind eye and I could see even among them, they have
“Hey, baby, just checking in. My flight’s at eight a.m. New York time tomorrow. That’s your two p.m. in the afternoon, so I’ll get in before dawn to climb into bed with you.” Arry’s voice is a breath of fresh air after another shitty day at school, another round of mean girl antics, and being made to feel like a leper. But I won’t let him know. He’s been gone two whole days already, I miss him like crazy, but it hasn’t been as unbearable as I thought it would. I’ve been so busy with work and essays to think beyond it that really; I only get pangs for him before bed and early in the day when I get up.“Okay dokes. I’ll look forward to being woken by you and that sexy mouth.” I giggle down the phone, wishing it was tonight instead. I could really use an Arry hug, it’s severely missing in my life and his effects on me.“You can count on it…What you doing any way? I miss you, b
Ten months on…I wake up with gentle hands on my face, the bed dipping and a warm mouth grazing mine to bring me around from slumber in the darkness. His familiar scent and warm body encompasses mine and I know his touch instantly as my body wakes with excitement at his final appearance.He smells so good, feels even better, rousing me from sleep and my heart rejoices that he’s back with me once more. I have pined for him so much this time. It’s been unbearableMy perfect Arry.“Hey, beautiful. God, I missed you so much.” He breathes, tone sexy, kissing me softly, hands gliding over me in the bed easily as he gets as much skin on skin contact as possible and I wrap myself around him too. Sinking into that seductive kiss and erupting with tingles, a sense of completion that he’s finally home with me. That security, longing, and wholeness that only he can give me, flooding back beautifully. The day
“Sophs, wake up.” Arry’s voice draws me out of sleep, along with the ungraceful shaking of me he has going on and I literally smack him in the face with a rogue hand as I wake up in alarm. I groan when I catch him over the top of me, cheerfully awake and annoyingly chirpy. I blink at the dazzling light of day and realize we probably slept for most of the morning.“Whaaatt?” I groan out slowly, pushing his face away as he starts biting at my neck and ear in the most annoying way known to man. He has obviously recovered a lot, while right now I’m in my ‘not a morning person. Go away’ state of semi awake.“Get up, beautiful… Up, up, up!” He pulls me down the bed with him and meets my struggling limbs of refusal as I shield my eyes from the torture of rude awakenings.“Why? I’m sleeping… What do you want?” I lift my legs to try and dislodge him from my lifeless body, bu