As I woke from my slumber, my senses immediately recognized Kaden's absence beside me. Intrigued by the sound of banging in the kitchen, I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up, brushing my teeth in haste.
Emerging from the bathroom, clad in Kaden's white shirt and my underwear, I couldn't help but admire his back muscles and the faint red scratches from our passionate night. A smile crept across my face, and I approached him from behind, wrapping my arms around his shirtless torso.
"Good morning," I mumbled against his back, and he chuckled in response. "Was it that good?" he whispered playfully, alluding to the intensity of our previous night. Turning around, he hugged me tightly, and I couldn't resist whispering, "It was very passionate."
Feeling his strength, he lifted me effortlessly and placed me on the counter. Bantering back and forth, he claimed that he never does passionate encounters, but I couldn't help teasing him about last night. "Because I enjoyed it and I enjoy you," he whispered in my ear, and we shared another tender kiss.
In that moment, I realized that I love him entirely. He is perfect in every way, and my soul feels intrinsically connected to his. He's become my addiction, the one I yearn for, and the only one who holds my heart.
Reluctantly, he pulled away from our affectionate exchange, stating that he needed to finish preparing breakfast. I sighed, grabbing a piece of bacon, and settled on the couch to watch "Outer Banks."
Shortly after, Kaden appeared with two plates of a scrumptious breakfast - bacon, eggs, and toast. I thanked him with a smile, and he joined me on the couch, as we enjoyed the show together, cherishing these precious moments in each other's company.
As we finished our leisurely breakfast, I snuggled up close to Kaden, savoring the warmth of his embrace as his arms wrapped around my waist.
"Kaden, we can't stay here all day," I whispered, aware of the passing time.
"Hmm, but we could," he murmured playfully, his desire to linger evident in his voice.
"But we can't, it's unhealthy and bad," I responded with a smile, knowing that we needed to venture out into the world.
A low groan escaped his lips as he reluctantly acknowledged my point. "Fine, we can go shopping," he relented, the idea of spending money not seeming to bother him at all. "I don't mind splurging a bit today, maybe buy you a few outfits," he added, a smirk dancing on his lips.
"Hmm, okay, but you aren't spending a lot," I teased, giving him a playful nudge. I stood up, but before I could make my way to the room to get ready, I felt Kaden's firm grip on my hips, pulling me back towards him.
"What?" I laughed, feeling his hands on my backside.
"Don't I deserve a kiss for my great cooking?" he whispered with a hint of mischief.
"Hmm," I mumbled, unable to resist his charm, and leaned in to kiss him. He pulled me down by my waist, deepening the kiss, and a smile spread across my face as he broke away, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
Heading to the room, I chose to wear one of Kaden's hoodies along with my jeans, a comfortable yet familiar choice. As I stepped out, he walked into the room, donning a brown hoodie and black jeans.
"Oh, you look hot in my clothes," he said, his confidence evident in the smirk that crossed his face.
"Well, I couldn't find mine, so yours will do," I replied with a smile, my heart warming at the sight of him looking so effortlessly handsome.
We strolled over to a nearby mall, and as we passed Victoria's Secret, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. "Can we please go to Victoria's Secret?" I pleaded, looking at Kaden with hopeful eyes. He shook his head playfully, but to my surprise, he took out his credit card.
"You can go, but I'm not," he declared, crossing his arms defiantly.
"Please, I want you to pick out my clothes," I smiled, determined to convince him.
"Alright, but only if I'm picking them all," he smirked, clearly enjoying our little exchange. With that agreement, we walked into the shop, and I couldn't help but be amused as Kaden cheekily picked up a laced thong.
"Get this one," he teased, but I playfully snatched it from his hands and put it back on the rack.
As I looked around the store, I got a bit carried away, exploring different options. I was so engrossed that I didn't notice Kaden holding a Victoria's Secret bag in his hand. "What did you buy?" I asked, feeling a hint of worry.
"Nothing much, you'll see," he smirked, leaving me intrigued yet slightly suspicious. We then made our way to the food court, but Kaden's assessment of the food wasn't too flattering.
"This tastes as bad as the stuff they give us at school," he groaned, making me laugh, and we decided to abandon the unappetizing meal, tossing our food in the bin.
His arms wrapped around my waist, he whispered seductively in my ear, "Can we just go back to my place?"
I playfully pushed him away. "Two more shops, I need a cute top and a little something," I smirked, determined to make the most of our shopping trip.
After hours of Kaden's playful complaints, we finally arrived at his apartment. As we stepped inside, I felt a pang of hunger and voiced my complaint, holding my stomach. Kaden, however, seemed to have other plans as he smirked and heated up the leftover pasta from the night before.
"I'm starving," I continued to complain, hoping he would relent and let me eat. But he had other intentions as he passed me the bags from our shopping expedition.
"You can't eat until you show me those," he teased, crossing his arms with a confident grin.
"No," I whispered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and reluctance.
"But it's my birthday in a few hours," he whispered in my ear, trying to persuade me. I hesitated, contemplating my options, and finally, I sighed and headed to the bathroom to change.
As I pulled out one of the pieces from the bag, I found a red laced underwear. Rolling my eyes, I put it on along with the matching bra, covering myself with the silk robe provided. Stepping out of the bathroom, I found Kaden playing with his rings.
"Kaden," I called to him, and he looked up, his smirk growing wider. "That one looks good," he complimented with a smile, closing the distance between us. I looked into his eyes and felt his hands on my waist, his thumbs grazing my stomach gently.
He rubbed his thumb on the hem of the underwear, and I couldn't help but bite my lip, feeling a mix of excitement and shyness. "I really like this one," he whispered, and his words made me blush even more. There was something about his confidence that made me feel both vulnerable and desired.
He leaned in, kissing me passionately, and I reciprocated the affection, feeling his hands move to my backside. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lost myself in the moment as he touched the back of my inner thigh with his hands.
Resting his forehead against mine, he suggested, "I think you should try on the others." Feeling a mixture of nerves and curiosity, I nodded, looking down before heading back to change into the other outfits.
As I saw how the other sets looked, my cheeks flushed at the sight of the bras and tiny thongs that barely covered my front area. The intensity of Kaden's gaze and the way he made me feel sent shivers down my spine, leaving me exhilarated.
After getting changed, I draped a towel around my waist, feeling a little self-conscious about what lay beneath. "I'm not taking this towel off," I asserted, feeling a mix of nervousness and vulnerability.
"Why not?" he smirked, clearly enjoying the playful banter.
"Because this isn't underwear," I replied, trying to hold my ground despite his teasing.
"Please, just let me see it," he whispered, his gaze intensifying as he stepped closer. My heart skipped a beat, and I swallowed nervously, my eyes locked with his, feeling the magnetic pull between us. The tension in the room seemed to escalate, leaving me unsure of how to respond to his request.
Kaden's POV
I could sense her nervousness, and I couldn't help but find it endearing. Making her shy about certain things was one of the things I loved about her; it made her all the more intriguing.
I looked at her and then at the alcohol bottle, deciding to pass it to her. She took a swing of it, closing her eyes briefly, clearly not a big fan of alcohol. Her reaction brought a smile to my face. I took the bottle from her and chugged some, biting my lip playfully as I looked back at her.
I knew exactly what outfit she was wearing, and I had picked it out because I knew how stunning it would look on her body. I admired her, feeling lucky to have her by my side.
After a moment, I went into my bedroom, returning with a zoot and a lighter. Seeing her confusion, I reassured her, "It'll make you feel better," with a smile. She watched intently as I lit the zoot and took a few puffs.
Curious, she whispered, "What's it like?"
"Try it," I suggested, bringing the zoot to her lips and lighting it for her. She took a large inhale, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction.
"You're going to be done for," I laughed, playfully teasing her about the potential effects of the smoke.
"My head feels funny," she whispered, and I took a few more puffs before placing the zoot down on the ashtray in my living room. The atmosphere around us seemed to change, and I couldn't help but enjoy this moment of intimacy between us.
In the heat of the moment, I kissed her passionately, feeling her pulling me closer by my torso. Her touch was intoxicating, and I couldn't resist pressing her against the wall, kissing down her neck, eliciting a smile from her. Returning to her lips, I savored each kiss, taking it slow and relishing the connection between us.
But today was different; I wasn't seeking sex. I just wanted to feel something real, something beyond the usual physical encounters. It had become a tradition for me to have sex on my birthday every year since I turned 14, but right now, my desire was for a deeper connection.
As we stood there, I couldn't help but notice her towel had dropped, revealing what she was wearing underneath. In that instant, I knew I needed to look away; otherwise, I might be tempted to push things further, and that wasn't what I wanted right now.
Deciding to change the scene, I lifted her in my arms and carried her to my room. Laying her down gently, I couldn't help but notice that she seemed a bit out of it—probably high. Despite the intoxication, her presence was captivating, and I found myself drawn to her in ways that transcended physical desires.
As I looked at her lying there, I realized that tonight was about connecting on a different level.