"God, could your hands be any colder?" Nick spoke against my neck in a husky voice. He chuckled as his lips spoke against my neck his breath ticking my neck making me suppress a giggle, pulling his face back to mine as I pressed my lips against his.
His one hand was against my side, creating bumps on skin that was loving the warmth. With his other hand he was supporting my head on the floor, intertwining in the mess of blond tresses. A small smile forming on his lips that seemed couldn't, and wouldn't, leave Nick's face.
I couldn't believe this was happening. So Nick did care for me and I cared for him which was something totally new for me. No guy has ever shown any real attraction towards me and yet, here was Nick who was in love with me. I couldn't even hear the storm because the world became a place where it was just Nick and I. There was no storm, no tests to worry about, no idiots making fun of me no stress; it was just Nick and I.
I wasn't cold anymore as I felt Nick's hands drifting all over me for the first time, setting my body off. A hand glided up my side to take a rest on a clothed breast, I could feel my heart skip a few beats. He seemed to notice the hitch in my breathing as he paused where his hands were. His breathing was heavy just as mine was. I raised my head to plant a small, slow kiss on his lips, which deepened into a passionate one. Nick pulled away and I felt tender yet, eager kisses on my neck. I never wanted this to end and I hoped that it felt the same for him.
As the world seemed to whirl around I felt the button on my jeans loosen from its hold so that the long fabric was gone from my legs and moments later I could feel Nick's legs against mine. This couldn't be happening! It seemed too good to me to be true. This seemed too right to be happening. It was confusing, but it felt right all the same time.
I didn't even believe in love until I fell in love with Nick. Love was always that thing that they told us when we were young that we would find 'the one' and everything would be perfect. I thought it was another fairy tale like Santa Clause. Yet, here was the feeling in my heart that I couldn't get rid of. Whether I felt like I was ready for this feeling or not, love hit me, hard.
I had spent too long running from love to the point where I couldn't even admit it to myself. I hadn't even let myself dare to think that it was even possible. Love just wasn't something I was about to admit I believed in. However here I was in love with Nick. After all those discussions with my friends about telling them that the so called 'happy endings' were false. That they were being impossible about not seeing the reality of things, but here I was in love and taking far too long to confess it because of my pride. Boy was I about to get a lot of 'I told you so’s' from my friends.
I was wrong about that and I couldn't believe I was declaring it or even that it was real! If only I had told Nick when he told me that I loved him the first time he did, a lot of problems would have never have happened. I had started to care for him long before that, but I couldn't even let myself come clean to it. I had to lie to myself to protect myself. I had to learn to open my heart to others instead of fearing getting hurt by everyone.
Then the thought hit me as I heard the fire crack. The crib! There was a crib downstairs that could be used. The world came whirling back to me as I felt Nick's hand on the clasp of my bra.
"Nick, stop!"
He halted as I started to sit up to grab my sweater and jeans. Nick raised an eyebrow and his swollen lips were slightly parted. I got up, shaking, to slip my jeans and sweater back on, I was a nervous wreck. My hands wobbled the whole time I was getting my clothes back on and I was probably turning tomato-red, I was happy it was dark as I tried to cover up my body. My head spun realizing how far we almost got. This was me we were talking about.
"Nick we can't. Even though we know how we feel about each other we can't."
"Fine, Rach," he said, in a try to be understanding tone, but there was something else to it.
"I don't want to have a chance to have to use that stuff we found."
His gleaming blue eyes met mine. A small half smile seemed to cross his lips that made my insides melt and he grabbed his jeans. I turned my head and was probably turning brighter red as he put his jeans back on. He stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. I started to look out of the corner of my eye (though I was embarrassed to say that) and I saw his muscles show as he pulled his shirt on. Even though we were only in our underwear I felt kind of embarrassed, which seemed pretty silly. I turned back to the fireplace which had been a big mighty fire but like the passion, was now a pile of ash with a few small sparks.
"Well, night,
