When we got to my loft and after we got all the luggage inside, I thought I�d call Joshua, Maddy and my grandparents to let them all know that I was back in town. When I picked up the phone, I changed my mind. I knew if I called everyone, told them I was in town and who I was in town with, they would all want to meet him and see me immediately. We both needed time to adjust and I wanted to prepare Nick for meeting my nearest and dearest.
�I just had a very naughty idea,� I said to Nick as I hung up the phone.
�What�s your idea?� he asked from his place stretched out on my sofa.
�Well, I was going to call everyone. . . and by �everyone� I mean, my grandparents, Joshua and Maddy. Anyway, I was going to call them and let them know that I�m back. Now that I think about it though, I don�t think I want them to know I�m back, yet. I�m not ready to share you with them, yet. We could just hibernate here for a few days then, I�ll call them,� I said.
�Ok, that�s completely up to you, baby.�
�Come on, let�s go to the store and stock up, then when we get back I�ll give you the grand tour and make dinner.�
�Do we have to go to the store now? I�m beat.�
�Uuuhh yeah, I don�t have any food in the fridge. I don�t even have a box of baking powder in here,� I said looking inside my fridge.
�Really? Nothing?�
�Nick, I haven�t been here in like close to six months. I couldn�t have food sitting in here rotting away. When I came back my apartment would smell like someone died in it.�
�Ok. . . . I get it. I�m just tired and I don�t feel like going anywhere, right now.�
�I guess I could give you the tour first.�
�Ok cool,� he said brightening.
�Well. . . . this is the kitchen,� I said indicating the room I was standing in. �Wait, let me start from the beginning.�
I loved my loft from the moment I first saw it, it had my name written all over it. It was a cozy and inviting home and a great space at the same time. It had high ceilings and was very roomy, despite it�s one bathroom and bedroom. There was a lot of closet space, which I loved. When I first saw it I thought it was too much space for just one person, even if there was only one bedroom and bathroom at the time. Eventually, I realized it would be perfect and it has been the greatest place to live ever since.
Nick remained on the sofa as I started my tour. I went over to the front door.
�As you come through the door you will note the small but elegant powder room to your right. And to your left is the very functional hall closet. Walk further into the loft and you come upon the spacious living room to your right. It�s comfortable, inviting and almost expertly decorated by yours truly.�
In the living room was the sun, as I liked to call my sofa because it was bright yellow in a room that was painted a deep sky blue. It was bright without being too bright, which is why it was perfect. It fit into the room just right. On either side of the sofa were side tables in natural wood, each with a lamp atop it. In front of the sofa against the wall stood my entertainment center. It was furbished with my TV, VCR/DVD player and stereo system. On the extra shelves were photos of me with family and friends. On the top shelf was my mother�s last pair of toe shoes between two photos. One photo was of her in full costume with me at two, she�s holding my hand and we�re both beaming at the camera. The other is a professional photo we took when I was fourteen years old. We�re both in black and we�re standing back to back looking very �diva-ish�. I did our makeup so we looked good.
�Hhhmmmm. . . .very nice,� Nick said taking in his surroundings. �You don�t have a Playstation.�
�I didn�t get into Playstation until I met you, sweetie. So no, I don�t have a Playstation.�
�I�m going to have to do something about that,� he said. I smiled at him as I continued my tour.
�To the left is the state-of-the-art kitchen. Though it may look small and narrow it makes up for it in counter space and storage space. Note the bar,� I said from the kitchen looking at him through the opening in the wall that created the bar. There were stools on the other side for people to sit at the counter. �Perfect for parties and serving drinks,� I said as I continued through the kitchen.
�As you can see its open on either side. Now we come to what I like to call �my lil� library�.� �My lil� library� was basically a large empty space at the end of my kitchen. I stuck a bookcase there, an armchair, ottoman and side table with a lamp on it completed �my lil library�.
�From �my lil� library we move on to the dinning room, which is directly behind the living room.� The dinning room was your standard dinning room, complete with a table that sat four, a china hutch and a banquet table. On the wall over the banquet table was a framed poster from one of my Mom�s shows when she was with Alvin Ailey. �That concludes our tour of the first floor. Would you like to see the upstairs?�
�What�s upstairs?� he asked
�The master bedroom and bathroom,� I told him.
�Well let�s go,� he said eagerly jumping up from his seat on the sofa. Between the living room and the dinning room was a spiral staircase that went up to the next level.
�Follow me, sir.� I said as I ascended the stairs. He followed me close behind. When we reached the landing and the balcony that looked out over the room below I turned to him. I didn�t realize he was right behind me and ended up in his embrace. I looked up at his slightly parted lips, just beyond them to his flared nostrils and finally at his eyes. I could see the open invitation there.
�Kiss me,� he whispered.
I hesitated for the briefest moment making Nick take action. Softly and slowly he ran his lips over mine and kissed the corners of my mouth. He did this again, tempting and teasing me to pull him closer and crush his lips with my own. It was the softest of butterfly kisses and they sent shivers down my spine. When he started doing it a third time I relented. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to my awaiting mouth. Slowly our lips and tongues entwined and sensually moved together.
I knew the door to my bedroom was just behind me. I wanted to move this in there so we could continue more comfortably. As if reading my mind, Nick picked me up and carried me through the door into my room.
�And this. . . is the master bedroom,� I said raining tiny kisses along his neck. �To the right is the master bathroom and. . . . to your left is the bed.� The last I said as I nibbled along his earlobe. He sat on the bed with me straddling his lap. I worked his t-shirt off and tossed it behind him with a devious grin. He slowly unzipped the hoodie I was wearing and then pulled my t-shirt off of me. Fleetingly I thought, I guess the grocery store will have to wait.
Nick was turning my entire body into molten honey with his lips and hands. He threaded his fingers through my hair, undoing the French-braid I made for the flight and setting my wild wavy hair free. I shook my hair out as it tumbled free and he slid his hands slowly down my back. He reached the clasp of my bra, quickly undid it and pulled the straps from my shoulders. I slid my arms out of the straps and he tossed the garment aside. I shivered as his fingertips skimmed my abdomen. Our eyes locked and held. I could see the heat simmering in his gaze. I held my breath not knowing what to expect from him next.
He held my gaze and I could not look away. His eyes were holding me under his spell, a spell I didn�t want to break. As he cupped my breasts, my breath caught in my throat. I threw my head back and exhaled as he kissed the valley between my breasts, as he kissed my heart.
My brain had just completely clouded with desire as I rained kisses along his neck and shoulders when I heard a funny sound. Nick was oblivious as he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. He slipped his hand inside my jeans and stroked me. I bit off a moan and heard the sound again.
�Wh. . . . what. . . . . what was. . . . that?� I asked breathlessly.
�Nothing. Ignore it,� he replied. He covered my lips with his as he stroked me faster. I heard the sound again. I wanted to ignore it but it was a bit distracting. I had to know what it was. I heard it again. This time I stopped him.
�St. . . . stop. . . . stop, Nick,� I said pulling away from him.
�What�s wrong?� he asked dazedly. I stared at him in amused disbelief.
�Is that your stomach?� I asked with a smirk.
�What? No,� he said but his stomach thought otherwise. I couldn�t help but laugh.
�We�re going to the grocery store,� I said after I composed myself.
�Oh come on. That can wait, this however can�t,� he said grinding his pelvis into mine sending a tingle throughout my body.
�Well, I guess we know where your priorities are. Anyway, I can�t have your stomach grumbling while we�re having sex. It�s distracting. I�m going to go put myself back together. Why don�t you get yourself under control and then we can go,� I said sliding off his lap. Then I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. �After I feed your hunger for food, I�ll feed your hunger for me.� Topless, I walked away from him and into the bathroom with an extra switch in my hips. I looked at him over my shoulder and
After being away from home for an extended period of time waking up in my own bed felt like heaven. Waking up in my own bed with a very cute boyfriend, who is simply adorable when he�s asleep, was especially nice. It was our first morning in New York City and I awoke first. I slipped out of Nick�s arms and sat up. I stretched fully and was about to climb out of bed when an arm swung out, wrapped around my waist and pulled me back down.
�Where do you think you�re going?� Nick growled into my ear. I rolled over to face him. His eyes were still closed but he was smirking.
�I thought you were asleep.�
�I was until; someone started bouncing around on the bed. You didn�t answer my question,� all this he said without opening his eyes.
�Well, I was going to start the coffee and maybe make some breakfast. Aren�t you hungry?� I said kissing him on his chin, nose, and then his lips.
�Hhhhmmm. . . yeah I�m hungry. . . . not for food, though,� he said eyes still closed as he pulled me closer.
�You�re always hungry for that,� I replied.
�What can I say, you put a spell on me.�
�Yeah, I�ll bet. Come one Nick, do you want me to make breakfast or not?�
�I really just want you,� he said kissing me deeply
�Maybe later, besides, you�re going to need your strength so, I think you should let me make some breakfast,� I said in his ear.
�Alright.�
�Ok well, open your eyes and let me go.�
�Do I have to?�
�Yes,� I said. He paused and then opened his eyes. �Didn�t you forget something?�
�Goodmornin� baby,� he said kissing my forehead.
�Goodmornin� sweetie, now let me go,� I said. He released me with a disappointed groan. �You�re such a nut, you know that, right?�
�I�m a lovable nut,� he said rolling over onto his stomach.
�Yeah right. Well lovable nut, you are going to be so glad that I made us go to the grocery store last night. I know you enjoyed the dinner I made last night but today I�m going to make you a great breakfast,� I said as I slipped my robe on and headed out of my room.
I was in a really good mood. I was back in my hometown and on familiar turf. The best part was I had Nick all to myself. We had the entire day ahead of us to do anything we wanted. I peeked out the kitchen window and saw that it looked like a beautiful fall day in New York City. I looked at the clock hanging above the stove which read:
�2:48?! Damn jet lag! I thought it was mid morning.�
I started the coffee anyway. I decided to make a couple of breakfast sandwiches with bacon, eggs and cheese for Nick and myself. Lots of cheese for Nick, I thought knowing how much he likes cheese. I was going to cut up some fruit to go with the sandwiches as well.
I had just finished the eggs, put three strips of bacon in the pan and was about to put the bagels in the toaster oven when there was a knock at the door.
�Oh God, please don�t let that be Joshua.� Since I was out of town he was still taking care of my apartment for me. Why was he knocking? I thought as I turned the heat down on the bacon. He must have found us out. He probably talked to some fan that saw us in the airport online last night. He knocked again.
�Ok Joshua, I get it. You found us out. I don�t understand why you didn�t just use your key and bust in,� I said going to the door.
I opened the door and was transplanted back in time thirteen years. Suddenly, I was a shy ten year old. The man that stood before me looked almost as if he hadn�t aged a day. He was still tall and broad shouldered. There were a few more gray hairs than the last time I saw him. He looked fit and trim, I had hoped he�d get fat. The only real differences that I could see were in his eyes. I remember them being a bright, vibrant blue but; time had dulled and muted their color. The cool, steely blue eyes that stared back at me were the eyes of my father, James Reynolds.
�What are you doing here?� I asked slowly. I could feel the dreamy cloud I had been on begin to evaporate from under me.
