Chapter 32
Paige
T he shift has been busier than usual. Between the never-ending line of walk-ins and the excessive ambulance traffic, I have to stay over an hour to catch up on charting.
I am exhausted and am so grateful that this is my last shift this week. I have somehow scheduled myself for six days off, and I have a new book series to start. It works out well because Bre is planning some sort of couples trip this weekend since I don’t go back till Tuesday.
Seth is back in town, and as much as I want to see him, I can’t stop thinking about that kiss I had with Graham.
I take the time to pick up my room a bit before changing my sheets. Graham’s cologne is gone, but I am holding on, hoping to smell him there again.
I head out of my room toward the washer and dryer, realizing I am home alone for the first time in weeks. I have no interruptions or distractions, so I want to take advantage. I opt to drop the sheets in the hallway before taking a hot shower. It’s one of those soul-healing girl ones that includes shaving every bit of my body. When I am done in the shower, I move on to some skin self-care and tweezed my brows before brushing through my hair and finally throwing on an oversized t-shirt.
I reached for my phone and send Seth a message.
Me: Bre and Chris are gone. Interested in a day off with your girlfriend?
Seth: On my way!
I can’t help but laugh before quickly tidying up, making the bed with my clean sheets, and turning on a 90s alternative rock station. I head into the kitchen, dancing as I move along. Sweeping up and unloading the dishwasher. I become so lost in what I am doing that I don’t even register the two knocks at the door twenty minutes later. My phone chimes on the counter next to me.
Seth: Here.
“It’s open!”
I look over just in time to see Seth with a brown bag in one hand and coffee in the other. His smile is warm, and he seems just as happy to see me as I am to see him. I waste no time heading over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, and let out some of this sexual frustration I have been holding on to.
“Gorgeous, if you keep kissing me like that, we will need less clothing,” he says, pulling away.
“Maybe that’s my master plan,” I purr before gripping his shirt and hovering his lips over mine.
Seth tucks a piece of hair behind my ear before kissing me rough. I can’t help yelping when he lifts me and heads toward the kitchen table. He bends me over, lifting my t-shirt, seeing I opted for no underwear before I hear the sound of a condom wrapper and feel him tease me with the tip of his cock. He chuckles under his breath before slowly filling me with every inch of him. Stretching me, and I moan in delight. Reaching forward to grip the table. Lifting onto my tiptoes so I can take him deeper.
“Harder.”
I moan. He responds with several rough thrusts that cause the table to move beneath us. The echoes of our sex fill the open space as he adjusts his angle, and I feel him hit my G-spot with each thrust. I moan loudly, feeling the building pleasure, wanting release.
“Fuck,” Seth moans, smacking my ass.
I giggle in response, and he pins me down to the table before leaning down towards my ear.
“Come for me, gorgeous.”
The need in his voice sent me over the edge. Stroke for stroke, I feel the orgasm in every part of my body. I need this release, and the feeling of him finding his release after amplifies the ripples of pleasure echoing through my body. Seth leaves several kisses on my shoulder before pulling out of me. I turn towards him and kiss him. He deepens it before pulling away and pressing our foreheads together.
“I think you should come over for sex and coffee more often,” I say playfully, and he laughs before kissing my cheek.
“You can’t forget the green chili breakfast burritos,” he says with a winded breath.
It is like he is speaking my love language. I kiss him again before pulling away from him completely. I grab the burritos and coffee before nodding towards my bedroom.
I fall asleep with Seth working on his computer next to me. More than once, I wake up and see him and long for more days like this. I have always wanted to be this comfortable with someone, which is what I want more of in our relationship.
When I wake up a few hours later, I ask, half asleep, “What are you working on?”
Seth looks over and smiles.
“A friend of mine asked for some help on their business website. They had an information data leak and didn’t want it to happen again,” he says like a proud father.
It is the first time he has said anything about what he does volunteering.
Only took three months.
“So, you like what you do?”
I decide to see how chatty he is feeling. The softest smile sets on his lips answers the question before his words do.
“I was obsessed with the movie Hackers when I was younger, and this is the closest legal way I can get to do that.”
His laugh is something I have never heard from him before, and I wish he had shown this side of himself more.
“Nobody watched Hackers for the plot, my friend. Angelina was a baby-faced goddess in that movie.”
I laugh and Seth closes his laptop.
“She was my first love.”
His tone seems to almost make something ache in my chest. I know he isn’t thinking of Angelina Jolie anymore.
“Would you tell me about your first love?”
“Why?” Seth asks in a tone that isn’t completely dismissive. More curious.
“I’d tell you about mine. We all have a past, Seth. You have to open up about something at some point.”
“I can’t just share things like you do, Paige.”
“We can talk about whatever you want. I just genuinely wanted to know,” I say, unintentionally pulling away from him before rolling onto my opposite side, my back towards him.
Silence fills the space, and I let out a frustrated sigh before throwing off my covers and heading to the bathroom to pee. His eyes burn into me until I close the bathroom door. After several minutes, I manage to calm down enough to head back to bed. When I open the door. Seth sits, and he reaches his hand to mine. I don’t protest when he pulls me down to sit beside him. Interlacing our fingers, we lean against the now-closed bathroom door.
“I had a very good childhood. My parents are still married, and I am an only child. I was an average student but did excel in computers. More than once, I have accessed things I probably shouldn’t have. It may or may not include the identity of who assassinated JFK.”
I can’t help but laugh, and he softly kisses my hand.
“I fell madly in love with a girl when I was younger, but she moved away when we were sophomores. We both have moved on.”
I lean over and kiss him softly, and he smiles when I pull away before continuing.
“My favorite color is green. I like football, but I’m not into it like the other guys. I am more of a baseball fan. Also, I drink when I am nervous.”
He lifts my chin to meet his eyes.
“On our first date, I was so nervous that I started taking shots to calm myself. Then that led to a few cigarettes. I had lost track of time, and part of me wonders why you didn’t just leave right there.”
A small bit of anxiety I have been holding onto eases. An explanation for quite a bit more than I asked for. Seth is trying, and it is the sexiest he has ever been. I lean forward and kiss him. At first, he is still, and I pull him in closer. I slowly slide my tongue over his teeth, and he responds hungrily, pulling me to straddle his lap.
I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips between the slow thrust slides into me. He takes his time as if he is memorizing the feeling of me. He moans into my mouth, and I tangle my hands in his hair. It is slow and passionate. Not rushed and completely consuming. Somehow, Seth manages to lift us before heading over to my bed. Laying me down sweetly and kissing me endlessly.
For the first time I feel like we can survive Europe. We can grow as a couple and eventually fall into something happy.