A Little Bit Married

Slow

Kris was now deeply asleep, and Gray was sitting next to me, sipping a cup of black tea that I had taken the initiative of getting for him from the hospital's cafeteria, knowing very well that he wouldn't eat at all.

I, on the other hand, was full, and I patted my stomach lightly, extremely proud of the slight bump. Gray suddenly turned, and I instinctively sucked in my stomach, so the large food bump I had wouldn't be too obvious.

"Did I do well?" He asked, his voice low.

I nodded slowly. "You seemed like you had gone to college specifically to study how to be a father."

He smiled a little bashfully, his eyes meeting mine. "Don't flatter me. I felt like I was going to trip."

"You didn't, sweetheart. Look, he likes you, and can you see just how..."

"What did you just call me?"

I stopped talking, my lips immediately closing shut as I sucked them in.

"What?"

"What did you call me?" He asked again, his eyes holding mine prisoner in his gaze.

I swallowed. "Was it Gray?"

"No, that's my name."

I swallowed again. "Well, I... I don't think I can remember. It's not coming up at all and...."

"Should I kiss it out of you?" He asked, his. eyes still holding mine in his darkly intense gaze, and I swallowed, my eyes slightly wide.

My eyes treacherously left his eyes and landed on his lips for a second, and I hated how shamelessly and easily my body could just throw me under the bus. I gulped hard, my eyes flicking up to his eyes again, the eye contact feeling more intimate than lying in bed right next to each other.

"I was..."

His hand snaked up the right side of my neck, and his fingers caught some of my hair between them, his lips just half an inch away from mine, his breath fanning my face.

My lips parted, my chest heaving hard, my eyes flicking up between both of his eyes and his lips, my brows lightly furrowed in the perfect picture of helplessness and submission.

"Is that what you want?" He asked, his voice so low it felt like falling petals on my skin in the middle of autumn.

I looked down at his lips again, then at his eyes. I slowly nodded, knowing exactly what I had called him, yet requiring him to work up to getting me to tell him. Requiring him to soften me even more than he already has so he would hear it again.

He leaned further, his lips parting slowly against mine, my breath faltering as the soft warmth of his lips spread against mine, and I felt all of the resolve that had built up in my mind after the earlier argument break down again.

My hands slowly moved on either side of him and rested on his shoulders, my fingers intertwining behind the naps of his neck, my lips willingly parting to allow him space, access, entrance, and regrettably, exit.

I wished there was a way to lock him up in this kiss, to have him kiss me forever, with no need for water, or air. Or anything else. Just me. Just him. Just these kisses that felt like the pearly gates of heaven had been opened upon me.

He cupped my face, his thumb resting on my cheek, his head slowly tilting to the left now, his lips taking me in a little faster.

The lines blurred after that very first kiss, but the lines had faded out of existence after that hotel visit.

He broke the kiss for a split second, his lips still warm and moist against mine, his hand caressing the edge of my chin.

My eyes opened up to meet his, and it felt like the stars were swirling in his colors, thunder piercing through rain ladden clouds, prodding them to let down the blessing they held upon earth.

He leaned to me again, his eyes fixed on my lips, his chest lightly heaving. "This is just what I needed after a long day."

"You know I am not going to let you down, Gray. You know I will be there for you."

"What makes me so worthy?" He asked, his voice low, his lips caressing mine, taking my breath with him.

"Everything, sweetheart," I whispered, my voice husky and slightly breathy, but that was as well his fault.

He didn't reply, as he leaned closer, kissing me a little slower mow, the sort of kisses that had my heart finding a calmness. A peace that mirrored a quiet path with flowers om both aides, and it was just me and him on that path, covering the distance to each other with the same eager ess and desperation.

I don't think falling in love was supposed to make your heart pound, your knees weaken, or for you to feel anxious or nervous. Falling in love was slow. Calm. Peaceful.

It is that one moment when Gray kisses me again, and I realize I don't want to be kissed by another man ever again. It is that moment when my fingers spread on his back and the nape of his neck, and he pulls my body closer to him, andnI realize that I can't quite get enough of the proximity between us.

It is that moment when I watch him take care of Kris, and I want to make him a father. It is that moment when he pulls away for a second, and I lean in first, kissing him slow because that is exactly the pace at which my heart stopped being mine.

Broken, shattered, liquid gold in between the cracks to mend it, and because of him, I had the privilege of giving him a heart far more beautiful than what I had given to Kevin before him.

"Sweetheart," I said again, my voice low, his lips taking mine again and again. It was just what I needed after such a long day, too.

"You make me want to lose control, Angeline. "

His voice was a small whisper, and he kissed the edge of my lips, his hand gently massaging my waist.

Lose control. I would be damned if that was not something I was looking forward to.