They had spent the entire night loving one another, switching back and forth between rough and gentle. He could actually say he made love to a woman for the first time in his life. He knew after tonight, he’d always look at her, and remember tonight. How responsive, how giving, how completely, utterly captivating she was. He smiled as he stared at her. All that she was, was his now. All the fears he had, that he’d lose her, seemed to fade, as he promised himself that he’d do everything in his power to make her happy, and keep her.
He made his way into the bathroom and ran the water in the shower. It was part of his routine, wake up in the middle of the night sweating, take a shower, and struggle to go back to sleep. That’s probably why he was so exhausted, he couldn’t remember the last time he had a full night’s sleep.
As the water cascaded over him, he closed his eyes and thought of the women asleep in his bed. Amazed how everything they had gone through together, eventually led them to where they were today. All the good times they shared, the crazy nights out, the little moments they shared here and there, even the fights. Their connection, their love had never faltered, only grew stronger. Everyone else may have seen that they were destined for one another, but Jake believed that everything they had been through was necessary for them to be here. There were no questions; no wondering what if, he was sure that Cara is who he was meant to share his life with. For all the years he dodged what they felt for each other, he’d begin to make up for them now.
After a few more minutes, he turned the water off. He swiped the towel down his body, drying himself off. Back in the bedroom, he threw on a pair of sweat pants he had purchased when they went shopping. He glanced over at the bed, she was still sound asleep. He always thought she was beautiful, but at that moment she looked stunning to him. Her hair was wild and wavy from all the times he combed his fingers roughly through the brown strands. Her lips were swollen and her pout resembled a rosebud. She had a certain flush to her skin, whatever was exposed the rest of her body was tangled in the white sheets that adorned the bed. Her legs were bared to him, but the sheet covered her most precious sanctions, all he was granted was the swell of one of her breasts.
Suddenly inspired, he grabbed his backpack and pulled out his pencils and sketchpad. Instead of putting on a pair of fresh contacts he grabbed his glasses. He rarely wore them, usually only when he drew at night. He sat across from her on the other bed and began to draw her. Soft curves and bold lines, taking shape on the plain paper. He peered at her body from the rim of his glasses and let his hand move the pencil, not watching where it went just kept his gaze fixed on her. Her form began to take presence on the blank paper.
Cara awoke dreamily, and it took her a moment to register where she was. She stretched her body, it was sore and ached from their lovemaking. A smile crept on her face as she remembered what was definitely the most amazing night of her life. The sheet fell from her breasts as she stretched her arms over her head, and that’s when she noticed Jake. He was sitting on the bed next to the one they shared, drawing her. She quickly grabbed the sheet that had fallen and tucked it under her arms. “What’re you doing?”
“Don’t move. In fact lose the sheet a little.” He said softly, not taking his eyes off of her as his hand guided the strokes of the pencil along the page.
She looked at him as if he lost his mind. She felt ridiculous, did he really expect her to just what? Pose for him? Being as bold as she was last night while they had sex was a stretch for her, she couldn’t just sit there naked and let him draw her. She had exhausted all her boldness for quite a while. “Jake I can’t just sit here.” She admitted.
His hand paused and he looked into her eyes. “Why? Do you know how beautiful you look right now? You’re every man’s fantasy come true.” She slanted her head and gave him a look, like he was full of shit, but when he set his jaw, she knew he meant every word. “Please?” He asked.
She sighed and struggled to find her confidence. “What should I do?” She said as she tried to relax.
“Just lay as you were.” He moved the sketchpad off his lap and stood. He leaned into her and pressed his lips softly to hers. She felt the moan escape her lips as he positioned the sheet to fall a little revealing the roundness of her breast but not exposing it in all its glory. His fingers tweaked her nipple and he shot her a grin before pressing one more kiss to her lips.
“I feel ridiculous.” She said and pouted slightly as he made himself comfortable on the other bed, resuming his task of bringing her to life on a simple piece of paper.
She studied him, his face was so, serious as he concentrated. She had always been impressed with the talent he possessed. She’d seen him draw everything from cartoons to trees, there was nothing he couldn’t draw. But there was something to be said about the way he looked right now. Maybe it was the glasses, she had rarely seen him use them, and every time she did, she couldn’t get over how much they changed his appearance. Take away the eyebrow piercing and all the tattoos, he’d look like a scholar, all studious and professional. It was sexy and had her thinking of all the things she wanted to do to him as he wore them.