Chapter #31: Thanks A lot, Room Service
A/N: Enjoy. I hope you all get boners in your hearts. x
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You know that feeling when you had a really rough night, but you sleep so happily and warmly that you wake up in such a great mood the day after? Well, that was me. I woke up, stretching eagerly to see someone I love deeply asleep by my side. I giggled to myself but then stopped, my mouth opening and shutting like a fish. What had I done?
I hadn't been sexually active in what seemed like years. I mean, the last person I had been with was Daniel but I was a weird 16 year old. I didn't feel like I was one hundred percent ready at that time. I felt peer pressured, and did not realise I felt that way until months after. I don't even think I was fully developed at that time.
This felt so much more different- more serious. I wish I had been taught that this was very important, something special I should've kept for the right person. I wish I hadn't given it to another guy- Daniel, but instead of Evan. Evan was mine- my person, the one, and I felt slight discomfort thinking of my history. I felt appreciative that Evan respected me regardless.
I had acknowledged this because for one, I felt different waking up and still having him by my side and for two, I wasn't hungover, tired, angry and disgusted with myself. I knew I had done something very intimate with someone I had loved but that was the point of it- I loved him.
I layed my head against the headboard of the hotel bed, recognising my actions that would be completely looked down upon if my parents were here. They would have supported my decision, but they would've been sad. I knew what I had done was right for me, and it was my own body, so I giggled even louder this time.
The first time I had been with Daniel was nothing but pure curiousity of the 16 year old mind and it wasn't serious, like it had been last night with Evan. This was so much more different. This time, it felt more right.
I wish I didn't fall into what I thought was "right" at that time. I was too young, naive, and unaware. I had to learn the hard way. My body is special, and not something everyone can have. I was happy to share last night with Evan.
I turned and looked over at his soft face. His eyes were close, oh-so gently. His breaths were small and light. I felt so at peace, and so overwhelmed with the fact that I really found happiness again. Closure. I couldn't believe that happiness was really right around the corner- all along.
His flinched ever so slightly. I held my breath, almost thinking that my thoughts were out loud, but they weren't. He was just getting comfortable. I slowly reached over to his tan skin, and stroked his arm, smiling. He looked like a big baby, asleep and so content. I poked his chest, softly with my hand.
"Baby!" I whisper yelled. "Wake up!"
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"Evan you need to stop tickling," I chuckled in between breaths.
I was in strong pain but I had toughed it out because of how comforting Evan had been. I wasn't in the most comfortable position either.
"Evan!" I squealed, gasping for air at the same time. "Stop tickling me!"
"I'm not doing it on purpose," he muttered back, as his neck flew back in lust.
It was a silent few minutes, the only thing that could be heard was our deep breaths. Evan looked at me like I was extraordinary, and made me feel like I was the only girl that existed. His focus was on me, my body and how I felt. Because of this, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. He constantly took care of me, and caressed me with the softest, most gentle touch. He made sure I was comfortable with everything he did. I felt so secure- so safe in his touch.
"Evan?" I whispered.
"Yeah?" he responded, his voice raspy and hot on my face.
"I adore you," I whispered. "So much."
"I adore you more," he smiled, looking down on me. "And your lil' butt."
I giggled, my cheeks getting hot.
I didn't ever imagine that making love would involve laughing, or chuckling, or making jokes with your boyfriend. I didn't know that it could be so simple, so easy, and something that was beyond special. He made me feel like the only girl in the world, even when he caused me slight pain the second he fell into me.
Evan looked into my eyes, his own burning through mine, before dropping his lips to meet mine. I kissed him back, ten times harder and brought my entire body closer to his. I was overwhelmed with warmth and the only thing I could see seconds later were stars blurring my vision. His grunt was music to my ears, and I couldn't help but open my mouth and then smile with satisfaction. Everything about him was so perfect, so flawless.
I toppled over to one side of the bed, and he slid over to me. He wrapped his arms around my warm body, resting his neck on my chest, eyes closed.
"What're you thinking about?" Evan said numbly, as I turned my head to look down at him.
"Nothing," I whispered back, moving my hand to stroke his hair.
My feet were cold, considering I was bare from underneath the thin, hotel sheets. Evan was poking me with something that wasn't his finger and I could feel the burning tension as he pushed himself out of the bed, making it bounce back up. He planted a kiss on my forehead and walked bare-bottomed to the bathroom. I couldn't help but fall in love with the butt cheeks of my hot boyfriend. I coughed, a silly smile on my face.
"Peyton?"
"Yeah?" I called out from the bed as I gently slid down so that the cover was now on my shoulders.
"Can I tell you something?" he called back, as he opened the bathroom door with just sweatpants on.
I turned my head to look at him, chewing at my lip, trying to keep my eyes connected with his. "Of course you can."
He scratched his neck before reaching his hand out for me to grab. I didn't want to, considering I was completely naked and vulnerable and because there was light outside. Last night, I hadn't been shy and the fact that the lights were off may have boosted my confidence up a bit too much, but now that there was natural daylight shining in through the window and I felt awkward and shy, for the first time. He knew what I had been thinking about and gave me a small look of sadness before stretching his hand out even further, begging me with his eyes to reach into his palm.
I let out a shaky breath before kicking the blankets away from my body and pushing myself off the bed numbly. I was cold and afraid, looking at everything but Evan's eyes. My arms were folded, thankfully covering my chest but Evan let out a little chuckle, forcing them down and intertwining his fingers into my own.
"Don't be shy," he muttered, his eyes meeting mine.
It felt good knowing that he wasn't looking at my body, but looking at my face. He knew every little trick to make me feel comfortable. He let go of my right hand, slowly bringing it up to the bottom of my breast where I had once tried to hurt myself. The scars that I was now ashamed of, were barely visible but there. I flinched as he gently stroked them before placing a soft kiss on my lips.
It was one of those moments where I felt like I was going to bawl because of how soft and delicate he was being. He stroked my arms softly, as we both leaned our foreheads against one another. My eyes shut, tears threatening to pour out. His breath was harsh against my nostrils, considering he smelled exactly like he did the night before.
"You're beautiful," he whispered. "I really am undeniably in love with you, Peyton. I love you-"
My heart jumped but just before I could say anything or even move my lips, a loud scream blasted through the other side of the hotel door.
"Room service!"
Evan groaned, letting his neck fall back and I burst out into laughter, my body doubling over. My heart was pounding, and I felt frustrated that of course there had to be an interruption. Nothing ever came and went easy. The knocks being pounded aggressively on the door made me laugh even harder every second as Evan rubbed his forehead harshly.
"Rooooom service!" the lady called out once more and I laughed even louder, finding it hilarious how a lady completely ruined our intimate moment.
I laughed, my face becoming redder by the second as I walked open armed towards Evan who has an annoyed grin on his face. I didn't realise the women here were so aggressive and serious about room service. I chuckled, gathering my breath.
I forgot that I was completely naked and my arms wrapped around his neck warmly as my giggles echoed in the room. I let my face rest against his bare chest and butterflies shot through me once more when he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, super close to my bare bum.
"Good God," he cursed, letting his face fall into my shoulder. "Why is the woman screaming?"
"She's passionate," I laughed gently.
He rolled his eyes, a smile on his face.
"ROOOOOM SERVICE!"
"I love you too," I smiled. His eyes widened, glowing. "Get the door baby. For the love of God, get the door."
"She sounds like she's about to bust in here!" Evan snorted, shaking his head.
"Get the door Evan!" I whisper shouted.
I wrapped my arms around my body, shying away once I realised I was not wearing any clothing.
"We don't need room service, Peyton!"
I sighed. "Well come here then and give me your services," I winked, and Evan raised an eyebrow.
I felt my cheeks go red, my eyes locked with Evan's gaze.
"Well come here then baby," Evan charged at me, his grip hot and firm. I toppled onto the bed, his weight heavy on me, my heart pounding.
As his lips found mine, my hands entangled in his hair, his big ones on my thighs, there was nowhere else on Earth I wanted to be... but here.
And this was only the beginning.