“Sonia told me that you are in her apartment with your boyfriend….”
Nichy pressed her smartphone to her mouth, kissing the glass.
Graham’s voice resonated over the phone with an innocence that she knew he was far from capable of. But she did like hearing from him, liked that he was jealous—because that was why he was he was calling.
It was also jarring that he was jealous because it made him unpredictable, and she was not sure what he would do. Graham was bizarre enough to be in Paris calling her from Sonia’s place, and she did not want Tyler to have to go through all of that, after she had started confessing in small parts to him what it had been like with Graham. Although there were parts of it that she never could tell him. Or Dorian. There were things between her and Graham that only she and Graham could know, and that was why she was so connected to him for better or worse.
“Yes.”
“Does he know about me?”
“Yes.”
“What does he know about me?”
“What can I tell anybody about you Graham?”
“Don’t get smart Nusch. None of your suitors have ever been enough to make you forget about me. None of them.”
When she heard the phone click. It was like he wanted to poison her with thoughts of their lovemaking to make this trip to Paris about him.
But it could not be.
As Tyler got more acquainted with the city, and started leading her around instead of vice versa…as he sat close beside her at cafes so that the heat of their bodies meshed as one…as he pulled her into alleys for kisses and sometimes more.
But it was his eyes, and the way that he looked at her that made her pulse all over. His eyes made her body heat, and between her legs pulse with desire. His lovemaking was incomparable, it was an intimacy that was different from anything else she had experienced because he knew her. She did not hide anything from him, she was becoming a bit of Scheherazade with him. Telling him small bits of her life, so he could really know her.
“I want you to know me, really know me…” she had said clinging to Tyler in bed, the night before.
“Your body tells me everything I need to know…all of your secrets…”
He traced her body with his finger, all her hot spots that he knew and touched around them like tiny auras. Her body arched under him as if he touched them directly, it was a kind of sex magic she had never imagined…
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Maybe he CAN make her forget Graham. And maybe he CAN handle those parts of her she thinks he can’t. Maybe? (A girl can dream, lol)
maybe, but i like a little drama too! 😉