Impossible Dreams Ch 10

l got out first and grabbed a towel since Dottie had brought one in. I wound up using that one and replaced the one she was going to use. I wasn't about to be that douchebag of a guy. By the time I had dried off, Dottie came out of the bathroom, hair in a towel just as the rest of her was. Though I only had a pair of shorts on above my boxers, I did have the rest of my wardrobe ready for when we left. But if we were going to be watching a movie and with the way we left things in the shower, I was anticipating she might get a little hands-on with my upper body.

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If there was one thing he wanted more than anything, and he previously admitted to me as much, he yearned for a good cuddle. This was his moment for that, even if he didn't realize it. I absolutely loved how low key he was. At least as far as he didn't need to have sex with me every waking minute of the day, although mama needs some hot loving every now and again. But breakfast this morning in bed absolutely made my week. If I didn't already know he was a keeper, you could say I was stuck on stupid.

Now as for our movie selection, he wasn't a rom-com guy nor a sci-fi guy. Matter of fact, I had no idea what his movie preference was besides sports stuff, and even with that he didn't like very many. I mean, I liked romances, but I wasn't limited to that by any stretch. But then as he was browsing the TV Guide, he shouted "eureka!" Something tells me we were going to watch a classic.

"I don't know if you've ever seen it, but 'To Sir, With Love' is very good, not even Sidney Poitier's best," Nick proclaimed. "And it's just starting." He liked some old movies, but not very many and not any of the traditional classics. This was a new movie to me. But it seemed promising. "I had seen this movie the first time well before I started subbing." He had moved on from that role last year after six graduating classes. He spent the remainder of last year with his job in Boston that he finally left after three and a half years. I thought that was going to end our relationship before it even took off.

As the movie finished rolling out the opening credits, I was wrapping up getting my bag ready to bring to the car. Then I turned around to see him watching the movie. OMG he was sooo cute. Even though he wasn't modeling or anything, he was posed so sexily that I was starting to relive the past 18 hours in my mind. That knowing far well I would look like crap if I walked into my class having had another go with him. And, I trusted his judgment on the movie.

"You know, this movie is kinda about us, come to think of it," said Nick as I plopped onto the bed.

"Is that so," I retorted.

"It's not that important to the plot, it's more of a subplot."

I backed up into him so that he knew I was willing to cuddle. He got the idea and then wrapped me in a loving hug. To think I was enjoying this more than anything from the previous evening. As the movie progressed, holy crap was he right. It was us (mostly). The story still focused around the whole group of people, but it was most definitely our experience.

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I was so excited, even if it was the late morning, I was getting to cuddle up and watch a movie with my girl, whether it was Dottie or someone else. I had my moment that I had been longing for. Her definition must have been a little different because halfway through the movie she moved my hand in front of her navel as if to say 'I need a little more action.' A little while later she started nibbling at my finger. Had we had more time, I know she would've tried to do more sooner. After the movie ended, we cleaned up our things and I helped carry her bag to her car.

"Thank you for everything, I love you. I'm gonna miss you."

Hey, we're gonna be seeing each other more often now, no? It's not like you can't decide to randomly stop by on a Wednesday night."

"Wouldn't it be scandalous to have an over 30 year old in my dorm room as my boyfriend?"

"Don't get started," I said, knowing full well that I'd be gossip material with her suitemates regardless of if I ever was there. "It would get packed really quickly if it turned into a make-out part between the other three and their boyfriends. It still isn't that big in there to fit eight people in three rooms."

"I still want you to see it sometime."

"Oh, alright. You'd better get going. Friday?"

"Friday."

"I want to see those roses when I make it to your dorm room."

"They'll be there."

"See you soon, dearest. Love you too!"

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What a full day today was going to be! If it wasn't chaotic enough that I was making dinner tonight, I had an important meeting with the higher ups with the Meerkats on the direction of the club now that the other moving parts were in place. As the general manager of the highest minor league team in their system, I didn't get to choose what coaches and players stayed or left. I did however coordinate with the scouts if I wanted to recommend a player to get called-up. That conference call lasted two hours and forty-five minutes and right after my lunch. By that time, even though I was looking forward to my first season on the job, I was nearly spent.

I was looking forward to going home because I loved my home. It was my childhood home. Two-story Tudor style house in the suburbs with a backyard next to a protected wetland that might have been 200 feet wide by several thousand yards. We turned the backyard into a terrace with a grotto along the rear of the house as well as a fountain that leads to a reflecting pool connected by a pergola leading to a separate garden pond and an aviary. To accompany the terrace, we also added two smaller shatter-resistant glass rooms (one at each end) to view the contents of the backyard greenery.

We weren't arborists, or environmentalists, or anything like that - although our neighbor had a beautiful weeping willow in his backyard near the property line. I've never told anyone about the "enhanced features" of the yard, less selfishly and more "we don't want intruders and value peace and quiet some of the time. our neighborhood was accessible, but it was still kind of tucked away for being near the hustle and bustle of the center of our town. You can't find that anywhere near a first ring suburb. Heck the city I did my undergrad in had a forest in the middle of it and that forest belonged almost exclusively to my college.

I was in a good spot mentally for the evening - the meal prep was done, the accommodations were prepared, and I wasn't freaking out about whether she'd like it. I had told her not to get dolled up not because I didn't want her to, but it wasn't going to be appropriate for the time we were also going to spend on the terrace. I had to be careful though that I didn't overdo it in just the first week of being together.

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I gotta be honest, it was kinda nerve-wracking to be going to his house. What does a man do in a house all alone? I imagine it's pretty boring. I'm probably the most intriguing thing that the walls have seen in a while. I was surprised to hear that he was still living at home, even if his mother wasn't living there any more. But thinking about it more, it's better that way with his new job that he stays humble by being a little more well off now. I don't want him to change because of his newfound wealth (if you can even say that).

I wanted to be there early and surprise him, but I didn't want him to get flustered if he wasn't finished with something. But a few minutes early probably won't hurt. I got there no more than ten minutes before 5. I was thankful that I missed most of the bad part rush hour. I wasn't going to care if he couldn't cook (though the thought of it would be nice), but the matter was I'm under HIS roof. They say to not enter a man's dwelling alone. But I can't imagine he would do anything hostile. I guess there was only one way to find out.