Behind The Glasses

Chapter 29 | A slice of heaven.

Physical contact is definitely a must with him. I reciprocate the kiss, chuckling a little when he grabs hold of my waist. He's grown a small scruffle beard which was quite fitting for him but I'm very ticklish and he knows this. To be honest, I will never get tired of touching him. He's extremely responsive to every little movement of my hands.

"I love it when you do that," he drops his head into the crook of my neck.

"I know you do," I take a very discreet whiff of his hair as I continue to run my fingers through his scalp. He looks completely relaxed and groans when I do it to the top of his head. He trails kisses up my jaw and back to my lips. He holds this kiss for long, enjoying the exposed skin at my torso. It seems he didn't get tired of touching me either. It is one of my favourite things about him. I realized a few weeks prior that his fondness for touch played a big part in how he got through all of my walls.

He suddenly does something that he's never done before, he runs his hand down my thigh to my knee, only to hook my leg over his back. I don't hate it, It's just new so I quickly attempt to adjust to this new development and relax. He laughs into the kiss when I slide my hand under his shirt, putting each ridge into memory. I'm finally touching his abs and I sure as hell am not going to waste this opportunity. I'm grateful for all blessing, whether big or small.

Bringing his hand back, he stops at my ass which causes me to laugh this time. My ass is a new fascination of his. New to me at least.

I like kissing him like this. We've both learnt a lot about each other and we just laugh together in this comfortable bubble. We both start chuckling as Hunter rests his head back in the crook of my neck, exhaling deeply.

We stay like this for a moment or two before Hunter starts being heavy. "Okay, time to get off me and back to work," I state.

"I was almost done. Just the diaries then you're all set," he mumbles into my neck.

"Almost doesn't cut it," I tug gently at his hair.

"5 more minutes," this position couldn't have been comfortable for him. He's holding most of his body weight up. He proves my thought by scooping me up and having me lay on top of him. "Just 5 more minutes."

Making myself comfortable, I take his previous position with my head now laying atop his chest breathing in his intoxicating scent.

His 5 minutes quickly turn into 10 then eventually 20 minutes but as soon as he's done, he stops rubbing patterns up and down my spine.

We make quick work of finishing off my organizing before his match starts. As soon as he's done, I preoccupy him with the task of finding a new spot for my bathroom chair whilst I quickly changed into his surprise.

I quickly change in the closet into the red shirt that was basically a dress on me that I'd somehow managed to sneak out of his room without being caught. I had done it via the window but the infamous stories I've heard about this shirt, I would've thought he'd noticed it was missing by now.

"Bow, this chair looks just fine exactly where it's at," he complains from the bathroom.

I knew that. "Leave it where it is then," I shout back opening the closet door. I can hear his sigh of exasperation and smile.

"I swear, Bow...," he trails off as I pose for him with a giant smile on my face. "Yasue, Bow," he stops in his tracks.

"What do you think?" I continue making random poses which cause the both of us to chuckle at my antics.