𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞

C H A R L O T T E

The first thing I notice when I briefly open my eyes is the dim glow of candlelight and the smell of roses. My eyes widen when it all registers and my head whips around, taking in the sight of multiple tea candles placed around the room, rose petals scattered around the floor and the freshly made bed.

"How did you know?"

"I didn't. This was just a fun surprise."

"But...just for fun?"

"I thought I could give you a massage." He says and my bottom lip pouts. I've been so sore from every bit of movement I make, constantly stretching and changing positions, never comfortable. I didn't think he had noticed.

"That sounds lovely."

"Don't cry."

"I'm not," I say as a tear falls from my eye.

"Right," He nods, smiling as he gently climbs onto the bed and removes my arms from around his neck, placing my head against the pillows. "Legs too," He says and I pout, making him chuckle.

"Must you?"

"I must." He nods solemnly. Sighing, I de-koala myself and he reaches over to the bedside table to get a bottle of what must be oil or lotion, I curiously read the bottle and smile when it reads "for sensitive skin".

"Thank you for this."

"I haven't even started yet. How do you know I'll be any good at it?"

"Because you love me." The smile I receive in return is the softest I've seen from him, and it reflects that love with a trust that it's returned wholeheartedly.

"And you love me right back."

"Alright, alright, you sap. Get on with the massage already," I huff, plopping down, my hair wild around me on the pillows. My heart races at our exchange.

"Yes sir," He grins, rubbing the lotion around his hands before stopping suddenly.

"What now?" I ask and he looks back.

"Forgot to help take your clothes off. Oops." He holds up his hands, covered in lotion. I roll my eyes.

"Oh no. All is ruined." I strip my shirt off overhead and lay down to unbutton my shorts, dragging those off over my legs as well.

"Should probably go for the bra too–"

"I am, sod off." I blush, reaching behind my back and suddenly becoming the slightest bit self-conscious, knowing Alexander will be giving me a massage while I lay face up with my bare chest on display for who knows how long.

"You are so unbelievably beautiful," He says, looking directly into my eyes with his warm brown ones–my shoulders relax and I unclasp the bra, gently dropping it off the side of the bed. Leaning back onto my elbows, I slowly lay down while Alexander doesn't take his eyes off of mine.

"You're free to look, you know." I give him permission and he smirks.

"Am I? That wouldn't be very professional of me."

"My love, I can see your hard-on through your shorts. We're a bit past professional." I glance down at his grey sweatshorts, not hiding the fact that he's half-hard, one glance at my chest away from pitching a tent. He laughs, his head dropping onto my stomach and hiding his face. I place my hands in his hair and giggle with him. "Nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I'm hardly embarrassed. My girlfriend is too hot not to fantasize about." He kisses me, fists on either side of my head, looming over my body with his knees bracketing my sides. "I just have fun when I'm with you."