End Of The Day

I’m packing my things in the kitchen while I wait for Louis and Preston to arrive. Monica has been held up in her room all night and that’s fine with me. I practically run to the door when I hear the knock, so anxious to see Louis.
“Good morning, Darling.”
I smile. “Good morning, Sweetheart.”
Louis grins. “Sweetheart? I like that.” He leans down for a kiss. Of course that’s when Monica decides to loudly exit her bedroom. “Morning, guys.”
Louis gives her the dirtiest look and in his sassiest tone says. “Monica.”
Preston shows up then with coffee, which we drink while I show them what goes in the moving truck. “I don’t have much furniture. Just the chair and bookcase in the bedroom. The rest is just boxes.”
While they carry the furniture down to the truck, I work on finishing packing in the kitchen. I’m closing up the box when I feel a familiar hand on my waist. Louis pulls me in close to him. “I didn’t get to give you a proper hello.” His lips are on mine, sending electric shocks down to my toes. I begin to trail my kisses down to his neck. Taking my time, listening to his quiet moans as I kiss and bite. I return to his lips when I feel his hands slip under my shirt. His hands trailing slowly up and down my bare back. My skin feeling incredibly warm wherever he’s touched. I pull down his hood so I can run my fingers through his hair as he kisses my neck. His hair is still damp, which causes me to picture him in the shower. I feel my heart begin to race. Just then from the other room we hear Preston yell that he needs some help. Louis yells back. “Be right there.” Then he sighs, whispering in my ear. “Now that was a proper hello.”
“Mmm, that was very nice. Do I get that every morning now?”
Louis smirks. “That and a lot more if you’d like, Love.”
I’m frozen where I stand. As he walks out of the room, he turns to give me a wink. He knows damn well what he’s doing to me. I concentrate on remembering how to breathe before I return to packing.

Later that day we have everything moved into Louis’. I’ve chosen the bedroom a few doors down from Louis’ master bedroom. It has an incredible view of the ocean.
“Are you hungry, Darling?”
“Yes. I’d like to take a shower first though.”
“Of course, Love. I’ll go order a pizza.”
He leaves me with a sweet kiss.
I’m almost finished with my shower when I see a large spider. I hate spiders! I start screaming. I know, lame, but I can’t help it, I don’t do spiders. I hear Louis running down the hall. Covering myself, more or less, with a towel just as he comes in the bathroom.
“What’s wrong?”
I point. “Huge spider!”
Louis doesn’t even hesitate, he takes his phone out of his pocket then pulling his t-shirt off. Hopping in the shower with me, he takes care of the spider. Then turning back to me. “You alright, Love?”
I can’t breathe. Louis is standing in front of me in only jeans. The spray of water running down his bare chest. His wet hair slicked back. Good Lord, he’s gorgeous.
I notice his eyes on me. Looking down I see that the towel isn’t exactly covering all of me. I try to adjust it as I feel his arms surround my waist, his lips on mine. I keep one hand on the towel, my other on Louis’ back. As the intensity of our kisses increases, I dig my nails into his back. I feel his hand sliding under the towel, tracing up the side of my body.
Louis pauses, looking into my eyes. “I’m sorry, Lea. I’m having a little trouble with the behaving part.”
“You don’t hear me complaining, do you?”

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