Sterling’s POV:
“Yes, the one with Emma Watson,” I murmured, nuzzling the side of her neck. Maybe I should back away a little before thing got too heated, but I was rather enjoying her reactions… “At least let me help you with the dishes, then.”
Eden's POV:
"I think I've watched it before," I answered with a hitch in my voice, his nose and breath tickling my neck. I leaned back against him, trying to calm myself down but failing miserably. "It's just a few plates, Sterling. It's okay…"
Sterling’s POV:
“Then let me keep you company,” I breathed, placing a gentle kiss to the back of her neck. “What do you want to watch?”
(Neck of her neck? :o)
Eden's POV:
I nodded mutely, gripping the plates tightly in my hands. I knew he was doing this on purpose, but I couldn't help the reactions. I didn't think I would ever get used to it.
When I realized he had asked me a question, I blushed.
"How To Train Your Dragon…" I answered with a slight tremor. "I adore that movie…"
(Ugh… Back of her neck…)
Sterling’s POV:
I smirked at her late response and kissed her again, more towards the side of her neck this time.
“Sounds good,” I murmured against her. “Now, finish up so we can go…”
Eden’s POV:
I clenched my teeth and sucked in a breath, dipping my head down.
“R—right,” I stammered, moving away from him so I could walk over to the sink. I absently washed the dishes, the feeling of his kisses still lingering on my skin.
Damn it, Sterling…
Once I was done, I dried my hands and slowly walked towards Sterling.
Sterling’s POV:
As she washed the dishes, I leaned against the counter and let my gaze follow after her. I was so glad she was home… And it honestly felt like she’d never left. Except for the fact that she was more ready for things than before, which I was perfectly okay with.
She came back over to me, and I smiled. Wrapping my arms around her again, I bent down to kiss her softly. “You ready?”
Eden’s POV:
I hummed in reply, pressing my lips tighter against his. I decided I wanted to tease him, too, so I broke off our kiss, pulled him down and pressed a soft kiss to his neck.
“Definitely,” I murmured, my lips barely grazing his neck.
Sterling’s POV:
I hummed at the feeling of her lips on my neck. Maybe I shouldn’t have teased her so much, but… I was enjoying this…
“Babe… You and I both know you’re not ready to go again…” I murmured, still feeling her lips against my skin as I spoke. “So it might be best for both of us if you step back…”
Eden's POV:
I raised my arms above me and stretched, sighing once I was done.
"Watching a movie sounds good," she mused. "Or maybe we could go to an animal shelter today?"
Gray's POV:
I immediately regretted what I said when she flinched away. C'mon, Gray, what's the matter with you?
Sighing, I called over the waitress.
"Two slices of red velvet cake, please," I said to her politely. "Small."
I forced myself to loosen up, to relax.
“I can pay:”
Eden’s POV:
I reluctantly pulled away, rubbing my neck, flustered. He was right. I couldn’t go for another round this quickly. At least, not yet.
“You shouldn’t tease me too much, then,” I muttered in reply, clearing my throat. “Um, you go play the movie? I’ll fix us some popcorn.”
In truth, I wanted to clear my head. Try to get his intoxicating scent out of my mind.
Sterling’s POV:
I nodded slowly, rubbing at my throat for a moment. “Yeah… Sorry, E… I’ll be in our room, then, if you need me.”
Eden's POV:
I smiled at him.
"Before you go…" I started slowly. "Please get me a pack of popcorn from the top shelf?"
I pointed to the shelf above the microwave, too high for me to each.
Eden's POV:
I raised my arms above me and stretched, sighing once I was done.
"Watching a movie sounds good," she mused. "Or maybe we could go to an animal shelter today?"
Gray's POV:
I immediately regretted what I said when she flinched away. C'mon, Gray, what's the matter with you?
Sighing, I called over the waitress.
"Two slices of red velvet cake, please," I said to her politely. "Small."
I forced myself to loosen up, to relax.
“I can pay:”
I forced myself to loosen up, to relax.
“I can pay:”
Gray's POV:
I shook my head.
"It's fine," I said, smiling at her cheerfully. "Don't worry about it."
I forced myself to loosen up, to relax.
“I can pay:”Gray's POV:
I shook my head.
"It's fine," I said, smiling at her cheerfully. "Don't worry about it."
Hesitating, I shifted in my seat. Strangely, his smile brought an odd stirring sensation to my chest.
“Split the bill?”
Hesitating, I shifted in my seat. Strangely, his smile brought an odd stirring sensation to my chest.
“Split the bill?”
Gray’s POV:
I chuckled, shaking my head.
“Violeta,” her name rolled off of my tongue smoothly. I liked the sound of it. “It’s fine. It’s not much. You can make it up to me later on, but I invited you so I’m going to pay.”
Violeta. My name flowed smoothly from his mouth, so easily said. Why did it feel so strange for me to say his?
“You’re— you’re sure? How would I make it up to you?”
Gray's POV:
I shrugged, smiling coyly at her.
"Take me out on a date, maybe?" I teased, not exactly serious. When I caught the look on her face, I laughed. "I'm kidding. You can make it up however you want."
(Not ‘exactly’ serious)
Heat and colour rushed to my face almost immediately as the familiar nausea returned. He’s joking, I told myself, You’re fine.
Turning my head away to show him that I didn’t like the teasing, I tried to come up with some sort of reply. “I’ll figure something out.”
Gray's POV:
She turned her head away. Ah, she didn't like it. I shouldn't tease her anymore. Maybe it's too much…
"I'm not being serious, Violeta," I told her softly. "You don't have to make up anything. I brought you here because I wanted to. And I'm not going to try anything on you, I promise. You don't have to take me seriously."
Gray’s gentility caught me off guard. I faced him again, blinking almost owlishly. “Oh… thank you.”
Gray's POV:
When the waiter came back with our dessert, I focused on it rather than the girl in front of me. I tried not to stare because it would make her feel uncomfortable.
"How is it?" I asked, breaking the silence that came over us.
I cut away a small square of cake with my fork and lifted it to my lips.
“Oh, yum, this is really good.”
Gray's POV:
"Isn't it?" I grinned. "Crocodile's Cave might have a weird name, but its food blows your mind away."
“So, you work here? Or work as delivery?” I asked, taking another, less tentative bite.
Gray's POV:
I didn't know how to answer that. I fell silent before shrugging.
"I work here," I answered her before quickly changing the subject. "What about you? Do you work, or no?"
I gave him a perplexed look, baffled by his unconvincing answer. “Not currently, I decided to take the first two months or so of college away from work to adjust, since I made a good amount of money in high school.”
Gray's POV:
My mouth formed a small 'o' as I nodded.
"What job did you take?" I questioned, taking another forkful of my cake.
“Taught kids art once a week, plus being a barista, plus babysitting whenever I could squeeze it in,” I answered, accidentally leaving a trail of crumbs at the corner of my lips.