[The flowers should be fine without water for an hour, and the tiramisu should be okay. Rey kept the thermostat at a lower temperature to help deal with the heat of California. Plus it gave her a reason to wear one of her favorite hoodies around her place.
Buck’s touch sends a pleasant shiver down her spine. For a moment she wished she was wearing something nicer than a basic green t-shirt and jeans. She wanted to be comfortable when they cooked dinner-which made her think back to one of his texts.
He was more of a dessert first, kind of guy.
Her eyes softly flutter shut, returning the kiss in a slow fashion. Buck’s guidance allows Rey to set the flowers down on the counter, allowing her to fully wrap her arms around his waist. Rey was drowning in Buck’s kiss, parting her lips to have a taste of him.
Things between them were moving pretty quickly, having only dated each other for a few months. Buck had this magical ability to get Rey to lower her walls, gently nudging her to try other things with the unspoken promise he’d be there to help her. He had the ability to connect with people, charm them and find ways to relate. He wasn’t just a pretty face with a hot body.
No, he was as sweet as Valentine’s candy, and more heartfelt than those Hallmark Christmas movies.
Was it a bad idea to play this game? Letting someone in, giving them the opportunity hurt her when life had kicked her in the stomach more times than she would care to count. It was scary, new territory for Rey. Then again her last relationship moved at a glacial speed, and fell apart so quickly.
Maybe, just maybe…what they have could have something that leads to a happy ending.
The hands at Buck’s waist start to hike up the fabric. Fingers brushing over his skin. The kiss turns hotter, needier. It’s only when Rey needs to breathe that she pulls back to look up at her paramore. ]
I’ve missed you too. [She repeated in soft tones. Her hands hiked his shirt up further, trying to remove the garment from his being. ]
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[The flowers should be fine without water for an hour, and the tiramisu should be okay. Rey kept the thermostat at a lower temperature to help deal with the heat of California. Plus it gave her a reason to wear one of her favorite hoodies around her place.
Buck’s touch sends a pleasant shiver down her spine. For a moment she wished she was wearing something nicer than a basic green t-shirt and jeans. She wanted to be comfortable when they cooked dinner-which made her think back to one of his texts.
He was more of a dessert first, kind of guy.
Her eyes softly flutter shut, returning the kiss in a slow fashion. Buck’s guidance allows Rey to set the flowers down on the counter, allowing her to fully wrap her arms around his waist. Rey was drowning in Buck’s kiss, parting her lips to have a taste of him.
Things between them were moving pretty quickly, having only dated each other for a few months. Buck had this magical ability to get Rey to lower her walls, gently nudging her to try other things with the unspoken promise he’d be there to help her. He had the ability to connect with people, charm them and find ways to relate. He wasn’t just a pretty face with a hot body.
No, he was as sweet as Valentine’s candy, and more heartfelt than those Hallmark Christmas movies.
Was it a bad idea to play this game? Letting someone in, giving them the opportunity hurt her when life had kicked her in the stomach more times than she would care to count. It was scary, new territory for Rey. Then again her last relationship moved at a glacial speed, and fell apart so quickly.
Maybe, just maybe…what they have could have something that leads to a happy ending.
The hands at Buck’s waist start to hike up the fabric. Fingers brushing over his skin. The kiss turns hotter, needier. It’s only when Rey needs to breathe that she pulls back to look up at her paramore. ]
I’ve missed you too. [She repeated in soft tones. Her hands hiked his shirt up further, trying to remove the garment from his being. ]
I missed you so damn much.