Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 26

I had a fantastic dream. Really too good to be true. It had been heavenly, wonderful, enchanting. I wished it were true.

"Morning baby"

Damn... I'm still dreaming? I hear a husky voice, hot male voice.

I suddenly open my eyes and there in my bed, in the bed I've had for years, under the covers is Ethan.

Ethan, the man of my dreams, the one who took my breath away and made me dream since my childhood.

He looks gorgeous, his hair disheveled, his tanned skin contrasting with the white sheets, the fabric covering him up to his waist and I can see his torso, the veins that stand out on his arms, his neck, his morning shadow beard. Hot, just hot.

I just hold the sheet up to my neck with my hand, a gesture that seems completely useless and ridiculous. I mean... he already saw me... like a lot.

My eyes are wide open and my expression must be very funny because he is smiling amused, very satisfied.

And he laughs openly.

The worst part is that his laughter is contagious, he shows his white teeth, his mouth is open, he throws his head back in an expression of pure joy and I can't help but laugh with him.

I literally hadn't seen Ethan laugh like that in years. And certainly not as an adult. He suddenly looks younger, and, hell, more attractive, if that's possible.

"I´m just..."

"I think it's pretty obvious what I'm going to say, but... I've seen enough of you, you know? I've seen everything you're trying to hide with that poor sheet" he says, approaching me with the sole purpose of continuing to mock.

"Hell yeah... even more, I'm almost sure that... I've touched and kissed some parts that... they're usually well covered...if you know what I mean...." he says with a mischievous smile, emphasizing all the words he shouldn't.

Just remembering what he did with his fingers and mouth last night makes me blush. I look at his full lips, his sexy long hands. OMG!

All these movements of my eyes are unconscious and desperate. It seems like he has perfectly executed everything I have thought of, which obviously makes him laugh even more.

"Enough! Stop it!" I yell at him, even though I know I won't get anywhere. His laughter intensifies. I continue to cover myself up to my chin with the sheet, and little by little he calms down.

"You look so cute... my Prissy" he says, looking at me sweetly and making me smile.

We stared at each other, and I was tempted to touch him, to caress his skin and I didn't know why I was holding back, I had touched him so many times before. In turn, he tries to reach out his hand, but quickly pulls it back. Why? After we already did?

"Well... I'll get up, go to the bathroom and then... I'll prepare breakfast for you, my lady," he explains as he sits down on the bed.

Oh my god, this is real.

Her back looks magnificent, shining with his tanned skin, and just like that he gets up and lets me see all his wonderful anatomy, which leaves me dazzled.

It is without a doubt the best view I had on a Sunday morning, a firm butt and legs that are a dream. I wish I had his confidence. In my case, I would certainly get up and pull the sheet as if my life depended on it... Of course, with a body like that, how could I not feel confident? What would I have to hide?

"Did you say... breakfast?" I ask in surprise. He turns around as if nothing had happened, while I watch him uninhibitedly. The front view is just as impressive, like... nice and... good god.

My mother is right, the Fairfaxes have the best genes in the world. Because, ladies and gentlemen, especially the ladies... What a gorgeous man, he is a wonderful example of masculine beauty, pronounced muscles, broad shoulders, firm legs and... well endowed.

"Yes breakfast.." he says.

"But... you don't have to, I mean..."

"Oh yeah... I must..." he walks to the bathroom, looking at me with a confident expression and locks himself in. I sit there for a moment, suddenly thinking about last night.

Me, my dress, then him...

I look around my room. Ethan stayed with me, in my room, I repeat to myself. Yes, he decided to stay. After that time in the hotel, he ran away scared, at least I think so, but last night... he stayed with me all night.

While I am debating all this, he comes out of the bathroom, still naked, gloriously naked, and looks for his clothes on the floor while talking to me as if nothing had happened.

Of course, I don't miss the chance to see him. I would take any second in the world to see him without clothes. Also with clothes.

"I really like your room... it seems like you, it has your spirit" he says, while he puts on his underwear and socks and sits on the bed.

Dear God, what a temptation to see this man so close. I'm so engrossed in watching him that I barely notice the comment he's just made.

"Mmmm?" I ask very distracted.

"Is a nice place, very creative and colorful. You always liked simple things, but of great beauty. I think what I mean is that you have a good eye" he says. At the moment I have a good eye, I think.

He gets dressed in front of me while I'm still cowering in the sheets like a frightened child, watching his every move.

He puts on his jeans and walks over to a mirror where I have pictures in one corner, some of Suzy, some with Tommy, some with my mom.

Then he stops to look at the music box Lily gave me and the picture of London. I can see him smiling when he sees it. He caresses those two things and watches them carefully.

"Now breakfast! I hope you have a great appetite" he adds and goes out the door.

I feel like I've fallen into a parallel universe, one where Ethan is happy, he seems to like me a lot, he tells me I'm cute and adorable, and where he's also... making me breakfast.

I run to the bathroom and take a shower in record time and brush my teeth. In the kitchen there is an amazing smell.

I sit on the high chair at the table and see that everything is almost ready. He's brought a plate of toast, butter, jam, and two cups of coffee.

"Hope you like it... nothing better than a good breakfast to start the day" he says.

"Everything looks fantastic. No man has ever made me breakfast, never" I tell him, taking some bread and putting some jam on it.

He looks astonished at my confession.

"Well, I don't think you've been with any decent men, Prissy" he finally says.

"I didn't have a good male parental figure... or rather, I didn't have any" I told him quietly over a cup of coffee. He gave a sad smile.

"Sorry, I forgot..." - he said, suddenly feeling sorry for me, his expression conflicted.

"It's okay, I didn't know my father, so I didn't miss him" I admit. He gives me a wry smile.

"Prissy... I need to talk to you..." he says, and I panic.

Here we go, I can only imagine: This was a mistake, this cant happen again and other awful words. "I mean... I hear you yesterday... and I understand. But, if we really want this to work...we have to have an agreement," he says.

"What you mean?" I ask, and he seems to notice my change because he brings his hand close to mine and caresses it with his fingers.

"It's nothing you don't want to do, it's more of a mutual agreement. You can say what is negotiable and what is not. Set your limits and I will do the same".

"For example?"

"Hmmm for example... if we are going to have this... even if it's just physical, I don't want to see you with another man. We will be exclusive. Just you and me" he manifests