As always I greatly appreciate comments and insight. This is part of the continuance to the first piece. Helpful criticism wanted!!!
I'd forgotten what it was like to love someone. But being with Matt reminded me. Since that morning, Matt and I hadn't spent enough quality time together for me to repay him for the positively amazing wake up, though we did try to see each other outside of work as much as possible.
With classes and work schedules, we were lucky to see each other once a week. And the times we did see each other, we were both so stressed. He was working almost every day and whenever we spoke he was exhausted. But we still always found a way to make each other smile.
I was surprised when I got a phone call in the middle of class one night. Matt and I weren't exactly phone people. Usually I would have ignored it, but I figured if it was worth interupting my class for, I'd better answer.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm in class, like I am every Thursday," I replied, slightly annoyed. He interupted my class. And it was obviously not an emergency.
"Come over."
"What, now?"
"No, next week. Of course now!"
I didn't know whether to be angry that he interupted, or flattered that he wanted me to come over.
"Matt, I'm in class. I can't just leave."
"It's an emergency."
Emergency my ass, I thought to myself.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. My parents will be gone for the next couple hours, I thought you'd like to spend some time with me since we haven't been alone in a month. But I understand if your class is more important."
It suddenly became an emergency.
"Give me fifteen minutes."
"Cara, it's a half hour drive."
"You heard me."
I quickly hung up the phone, gathered my things from class and ran to my car. I wasn't about to pass up alone time with him for anything in the world. All I wanted was to see him outside of work. To finally be able to be with him and not have to be concerned about what our coworkers thought. I cherished the few moments we had outside of work. I was suddenly giddy.
I reached the apartments in twenty minutes and bounded up the stairs. Before I could even knock on the door, it flew open.
"You're late," he growled.
Before I could even respond he pulled me inside, shut the door, and had me pinned against it.
"It's nice to see you're not wearing four inch heels."
"Why?" I asked, breathlessly.
"I'm sick and fucking tired of you being taller than me all the time," he snapped.
"I'm still taller than you," I said, smartly.
"Bedroom, now!" he demanded.
Knowing better than to argue, I quickly slipped beneath his arm and headed towards his room. Feeling his eyes on me, I turned slightly, catching him still leaning with his arm against the door, his head turned watching me. I smiled as I caught his eye. I couldn't get over how incredibly sexy he was. I desperately wanted him, and I knew we had the time.
When I reached his bedroom, I stood at the foot of his bed, not knowing whether to sit on the bed or the futon. I could feel his presence behind me. I felt like I was being stalked. I didn't dare turn around because I knew I'd pounce on him, ruining whatever devilish plan he had in mind.
His lips softly brushed the back of my neck, my legs instantly turning to rubber. I lost my balance slightly, steading myself by leaning on his bed. His hands went to my shoulders, removing the sweater I was wearing over my t-shirt.
"Lay down... stay awhile," he said coyly.
