Shyness doesn't become you

He was absolutely going crazy without her. He had just slipped off his jeans and t-shirt and was now crawling into bed but all he could thing about were those emerald eyes and fire red curly hair. Man, she was something else. The way she looked, the way she smelled…like apple blossoms and ginger…and sometimes a little like antiseptic – he hadn’t figured that one out yet. There was more to her though, more than met the eye, there was this inner beauty begging to be let out. There was just something about her. He knew she was struggling with herself to be more open with him. If only he could get her to trust him, maybe he could help her with herself. He really wanted to be there for her.

He knew she was different. Laughing to himself he realized his first thoughts of her were not about trying to get into her pants. Damn, she was gorgeous, and yes, God help him the second she would let him he would be all over her, but he knew there was more to her when his thoughts of her were simply…of her…of her shyness, her cute smile, the dimple on her left cheek that would appear when she smirked at him, the way she would laugh…she satiated his thoughts.

He also knew she would be different when he saw her walk in from work earlier today. He wondered where she had been and what she had been up to…who she had seen and who had tried to hit on her…that he would kill anyone who tried to hurt her…he was even beginning to scare himself a little. He hadn’t even felt like this with Laila. He had been infatuated with that woman, not in love, and then she ripped what was left of his heart into pieces when his brother died. Wait, did he mean to say he was in love with Liz? That couldn’t be right? Sure, she was amazing and the absolute most perfect girl on this planet, but he hardly knew her yet. He wanted to know her favorite movie, her favorite color, favorite food, what basketball team she rooted for, if she even liked basketball…where she worked…ahh- he was an idiot. He had had an opportunity to get to know her better after supper but instead he practically threw himself at her. Did he think he was being to forward with her? Maybe he should back off a little…yet, she was the one who started it...still, she should have maybe backed off a little...but he didn’t want her to think he wasn’t interested. Girls were confusing, especially Liz.

His fingers were itching to touch her again. He loved the way her soft skin felt so warm against his fingers when he slid them against her bare stomach. She had moaning slightly in his mouth and he couldn’t wait to touch her gorgeous breasts. He was already able to see her nipples poking through her shirt the entire time he sucked on her neck, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He knew he had to go slow with her. God, watching her nipples though that thin shirt he thought he would go blind. He kept invisioning sucking on them through her shirt, feeling the taut peaks in his mouth. He couldn’t take it anymore when he felt her leg accidentally brush against his hard cock, his hands reached up for her breasts. He could have groaned when he felt her immediately stiffen up and knew that was the end of the night.

She had looked so shy and scared when she asked him to stop he wanted to hold her all night and tell her how sorry he was for moving to quickly. That’s exactly what he did while they turned on the movie, “Mr. & Mrs. Smith” knowing there was no way he could just leave after something like that happened. He knew he had to stick around to calm her down a little and reassure her. He didn’t want to leave anyway. He wanted to stay with her, near her, all night if he was able to. Hell, who was he kidding, if he could hold her like that for the rest of his life he would die one happy man.

Movies seemed to work well with her. She would relax and loosen up around him. Maybe he should ask her out for a movie next time. No, actually, that wouldn’t work. She tended to get shy in formal-ish situations…the whole date thing would put her in shy mood all over again…maybe..hummmm…he could see it was going to be hard figuring out ways in which he could spend with her. Maybe he could just invite her back to his apartment and they could watch movies here? That was always a possibility. Although maybe he should leave his apartment for some later dates…

Ahhh, he just wanted to hold her, that’s it. He wished he could be with her now, curled up on her couch with her in front of him, her head leaning against his chest. He had felt so content, holding her like that before, feeling her breathing against his chest, watching her body rise and fall against him. Her hair had felt so silky as he stroked his fingers thought it. Man, it didn’t look like he was going to get any sleep tonight. All thoughts led back to Liz. He was driving himself crazy thinking of her constantly, but honestly, he didn’t care anymore. She was absolutely amazing and he knew he would do anything he could possibly do to let her open up to him. He wanted to know her. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to be in her. Oh those thoughts were better left for another time. Right now, he just wanted to drift off to sleep dreaming of Liz.


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