Burning desires ~ Here At Last

Chapter twenty one

(Paris' POV)

I twirled the brush round my blonde hair, the warm air of the hair dryer warming my neck as the sun began to set outside. We'd been here for one full day, and it had been absolutely wonderful. Not only was I lucky to be in the most beautiful scenery in the world with my best friend, but also a group of new friends that had brought a far more positive outlook to my life, and of course, my James. He wasn't mine, not yet. But he knew how I felt about him; he knew the future I saw with him - spending every second of every day with him, sharing a home with him, starting a family with him. He was my one, and I'd never been so sure of anything. And I had every hope he felt the same, seeing as he would hold me all night, whispering in my ear as he stroked my hair until I fell asleep.

"That's loads better," James' northern words spoke as he exited our en-suite, visible in the mirror as I dried my hair. He ruffled his blond ish hair as he walked towards me, his abdomen toned with just the cream towel wrapped around his waist.
"You look gorgeous, Paris," He wrapped his arms around my neck, placing a kiss on the top of my head as I finished brushing our my newly dried hair. I couldn't help but feel the butterflies escape as he kindly spoke.
"You don't look too bad yourself, James," I smirked, catching his glimpse in the mirror as he smiled to me.
"You do flatter me, my love," He almost whispered, moving his hands down to wrap around my waist, his kisses trailing from my head, down my cheek, before reaching my neck. I couldn't help but relax into his touch, throwing my head back onto his shoulder as I felt a droplet of water from his hair trickle down my chest, his kisses now tickling my collarbone.
"James, I," I began, closing my eyes to enjoy the moment.
"Shh, princess, I know," He whispered, his lips barely parting from my skin, his warm breath sending goosebumps through my body. "I feel the same, I'm god damn inlove with you," He grunted, using his fingertips to trace up and down my sides. I smiled at his words, twisting myself round on the stool to face him, but almost instantly he used this as an opportunity to pull me even closer, lifting me by my thighs, my legs wrapping round his waist and my arms thrown over his shoulders.

For a peaceful moment, the lust was irrelevant. It was just pure love. His eyes talking to mine through his never ending gaze, as he slowly started shaking his head.
"What?" I whispered, running my thumb over his cheek.
"Paris, I love you," He smiled, his tone still low yet meaningful.
"You, you do?" I gasped, feeling his grip on my thighs tighten slightly.
"I mean, yeah of course I do. You're everything to me, you're the most beautiful person in the world, you make me feel, just, so me. I'm sorry if that's too soon, I just needed to tell you," He sighed, his eyes pleading against mine.
"No, James, I love you too. I love you so much," I shook my head, unable to control my smile as he reattached his lips to mine, with love, with lust, with passion.

"Jim, mate, can I borrow your - oh for fuck sake, every time," Pedro burst into the room, before quickly shielding his eyes and escaping back into the landing. We momentarily pulled away, before laughing in sync, and falling straight back into the moment, without a care in the world.