Recollections

The First Time I Stayed Over

His fingers immediately fall into my hair and I purr in appreciation for the way his gentle fingers are messaging my scalp. I can't focus on the movie, I'm so caught up in my thoughts. I love staying the night at Austin's and the night hasn't even finished yet. Being here in this normal state with his, just living a normal life is so satisfying in a way I can't really describe.

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The movie finishes and I tell Austin I'm going to take a shower.

Warm water trickles against my skin and I laugh once I realize that Austin only has men's soap in his shower. I don't mind really, I just squirt some into my palm and begin lathering my skin with it anyways. The two-in-one shampoo and conditioner does however, make me cringe in the slightest.

Once I'm all rinsed off, I shut off the shower faucet and open the curtain. My eyes roam over the bathroom and the realization that I didn't grab a towel hits me hard. Goosebumps are rising on my skin from the cool air.

"Babe!" I call out loudly.

A few second pass and I call him again.

The bathroom door opens. "Yeah?" Austin steps in and his blue eyes fall on me, standing naked in his shower.

"Could you grab me a towel?" I ask softly.

My words didn't register in his head, he's still in shock from me standing here naked. "Huh?"

I smirk. "Towel."

He grabs a towel for me from the hallway closet and hands it to me. Unfolding the soft material, I wrap it under my arms and around my body. Austin is still standing in the bathroom staring at me, even though I'm no longer naked.

"Could I get one of your shirts to sleep in?" I ask him, and he nods. I dry off and slide my cheeky, black, lace underwear up my legs. When Austin returns, he doesn't come all the way into the bathroom. Instead he sticks only his hand in with a light blue, long sleeved, button up shirt for me to wear.

"Thank you." I call through the door. As I button the cozy shirt up my torso I smile to myself as I think about Austin's reaction to seeing me naked. I decide to leave a few of the top buttons undone. I grab my clothes from the bathroom floor and carry them in my arms to Austin's room.

He's standing by his dresser and I feel him turn to glance at me when I walk in, but I don't make eye contact with him. Slowly, I squat down to the floor with my back to him and I place all of my clothes into my overnight bag. When I stand back up and turn around, Austin's still watching me. Our eyes meet for a nanosecond before Austin turns back to his dresser.

I watch him take his shirt off again and my breathing slows. My brain is trying to tell my feet to walk to the bed, but they aren't listening. Instead I sneak up behind Austin and spank him firmly on the ass just as he's pulling his sweatpants off.

Austin whirls around, sweatpants still cuffed around his ankles, and lunges for me with a devilish grin on his handsome face. With speedy instincts, I leap backwards just out of the range of his large hands.

His chuckles are filling the bedroom and a warmth is filling my chest and I can't seem to remember why I was hesitant to stay the night. With the blink of my eyelids, I'm back in the moment and I see Austin yanking his feet out of the sweats but his eyes are honed in on me. A nervous giggle bubbles out from my lips and I jump onto his bed, Austin pounces forwards and his hand grabs ahold of my left foot as I'm struggling to stand on his soft mattress.

A squeal bursts out of me as I lose my footing and topple over. Austin tries to pull me towards him, but I'm able to wriggle my ankle from his grip. A lusty growl comes from deep in his throat and I climb off of the opposite side of the bed, so that the bed is keeping us separated. We do a kind of dance around the bed; each time I step left, so does Austin, which leads me to step right and Austin mimics my movements again.