My eyes flutter open, I arch my back and stretch, letting out a small groan. My muscles ache from hours of dancing and from holding back my climax for most of last night. Elliot and I had made our way back to the hotel in the early hours of the morning, stripped out of our clothes and proceeded to fall asleep. My hair is still half pinned and I feel some pressing against my scalp. A light chill runs through my body and I become aware of the sheets brushing against my naked body. I hadn't even bothered to put on pajamas. I roll onto my stomach and reach my arm over to the other side of the bed, blindly feeling for Elliot. The blankets beside me are cold. I sit up, propping myself on my elbows and realize I'm alone. I roll onto my side and look around the small, green hotel room. Our clothes had been picked up, his folded and placed on the desk in the corner of the room, my dress back on its hanger and hooked to the bathroom door. I hear the running water from within and the light hum
It's been a long day, my eyes are growing heavy and my mind is focusing on literally anything but my work. My computer chimes and my eyes dart to my inbox. I'm intrigued upon Seeing Brian's name, I click on the message and scan through the contents of the email. "Julia and Kristine, Elliot and I would like to invite you both-," I begin quietly reading under my breath and , one if my eyebrows raises as I continue. "-to a casual dinner event with some members of our office later this evening. I apologize for the late invitation but in appreciation for the hard work you have done we would be very happy to have you join us." I sigh and lean back in my chair, biting my lip and tapping my fingers against my desk. I'm dying to see him. It's been days since we've returned from the wedding and work has kept us both on our toes, unable to coordinate a time to see each other. But, after the weekend Elliot and I had just shared, would our demeanor together give us away? Seeing the pictures of o
"Happy Friday!" Julia cheers sarcastically, dropping yet another stack of files onto my desk. She's just added four more to the six already there. "Delivery for you." "Jesus, Julia, you're killing me here." I drop my head down into my hands and groan. It's been nearly a week since I've been able to see Elliot and , my body aches for him after our last mischievous encounter. Our work schedules have been constantly conflicting, dragging out the feelings each day. My body and mind are exhausted and I'm ready to go home and sleep for an entire weekend. "I just need you to sort these out and make a few calls. I think some of these cases might be sent to some separate law offices, I just need you to figure out which ones go where." Julia directs. "After that, I'll set you free for the weekend." I sigh and rub the corners of my eyes. "I can handle that.," I say, pulling the files in front of me. With a wave of my hand, I shoo Julia out of my office and get started. I separate the files b
I hear Elliot clattering around in the kitchen while I re-dress myself. I braid my hair to the side and it falls down across my chest, lightly brushing against my breast. I stretch and wiggle my toes against the carpet beneath them, regaining my balance before exiting the bedroom. Elliot stands at the kitchen counter cutting up lettuce for a salad, a smile plastered on his face. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him and resting my head against his back. "Hi," he hums, continuing to prepare food. "Hi.," I mutter into the fabric of his shirt. "How was work this week?" "Busy, worked too many odd hours, that's for sure." He groans. I pull away from him and lift myself up onto the counter, holding onto the edge of it and lightly kicking my legs back and forth out in front of me. "Well, thank god it's the weekend. I have no intention of doing anything productive for the next two days." Elliot laughs. "Do you mind if I join you for these unproductive day
I roll over in bed and look at Elliot; he's softly snoring beside me. His brown hair has fallen over his forehead and brushes against his closed eyes. His expression is relaxed, happy almost, as if he's deep in a good dream. I gently brush his hair from his face and kiss his cheek. I smile and slip out of bed, trying not to disturb him. I enter the bathroom and turn on the water, undressing myself while letting it warm up. My reflection in the mirror dissipates as it's clouded with steam. Towels are still nicely folded and stacked on the shelf. Though now his lonely tooth brush had been joined by a spare, the one I'd use when spending the night. I step into the shower and let the warm water run down my body. I close my eyes, holding my face up to the direction of the shower head, my wet hair clings to my face. I sigh and lean against the shower wall. I think about our first time in this shower together, being pressed against the wall, his wet body against mine. I remember the thrill
Elliot and I travel back home, exhausted and sun kissed from our day on the lake. I feel a new level of connection with him. Out there on that boat for hours was peaceful and quiet, it was our own little oasis. Though we've had the time to learn each other's bodies, memorizing every inch and curve of them, we're finally taking the time to learn who each other is as an individual and how we've come together as something much more. It takes me a few minutes to regain my "land legs" as we stumble inside the building, my body still feeling as though it's on the boat, rocking on the waves. We return to the apartment, Elliot unlocks the door and I enter his bedroom, dying to get out of the cold, damp swimsuit that clings to my body. I begin to undress, stepping out of my swimsuit, dropping it down to my feet, wincing and sucking in a sharp breath of air as I do. I look down and notice defined burn lines on my chest.I tie my hair up in a messy bun on the top of my head and look down once
I place a cup of coffee on Julia's desk and collapse into the chair across from her, letting out a deep breath. "Long weekend?" she questions, bringing the coffee to her lips. "Perfect weekend. I didn't want it to end." I smile, thinking back to my time with Elliot. My boyfriend. "Oh?" Julia raises an eyebrow at me. I nod. "You remember that date I mentioned that I had brought to the wedding?" "Mhm? But I thought you said- –no insisted- –that they were just a friend," Julia hums, placing her coffee down. She leans forward, positioning her elbows on her desk, lacing her fingers together, and resting her chin on her hands. "Well... we're officially together. We've known each other for a couple of months now as... friends. And now-–" I grin, feeling like a school girl talking about her first crush. Julia squeals, she covers her mouth in embarrassment and peeks out of her office door. No one else has seemed to notice, unphased by her excitement. "Kris, that's amazing," she says i
I rest my hand on Elliot's thigh, my nails digging into the fabric of his pants as the plane takes off. I'm seated beside the window, hesitant to peek outside to watch the safety of solid ground disappear. Elliot sits in the middle seat beside me with, the aisle seat left empty. My stomach drops, my breathing picks up speed. The plane roars as it lurches upwards. You're fine, Kristine. You're fine. Dying a slow painful death by falling from the sky isn't that likely, right? Elliot chuckles as if reading the irrational thoughts racing through my mind. He pats my hand before prying it from his leg and lacing his fingers with mine. His thumb traces in circles over the top of my hand, my skin tingles at his touch. "Not a fan of planes?" Elliot teases. I shoot him an annoyed look and scrunch my nose. "What gave it away?" Elliot leans over and kisses my temple. I close my eyes and take in a shuddering breath, biting the inside of my lip. I rest my head on his shoulder, he places his c