"Oh my God," I whispered, before lunging forward and wrapping my arms around his neck. "I love you too, Stuart. I mean it. I love everything about you."
"I never thought I'd hear you say that to me ever again," Stuart joked, laughing to himself as I tilted my head back to collide our lips together for one of the most passionate kisses we have ever shared.
It felt like everything was moving in slow motion. This all felt so right. Falling in love with Stuart was so magnificent. I couldn't imagine having this feeling with anyone else. We were destined to be together and it was so overwhelming to be able to feel how much he loved me and how much I loved him through our kisses.
I pulled away, a permanent grin on my face. "You know how we should celebrate?" I suggested, cupping my hands around his chubby cheeks and running my thumb along his sharp cheekbone. I leaned forward to press a kiss onto his lips. "By making love."
Stuart's bubbly mood diminished instantly. He stared at me, his eyes scanning across my face to read every expression I was giving off. "What?" He repeated for clarification, his thick brows knitting together. "Are you sure? Ann, I- I didn't say this just to get you to sleep with me. That's not all I want. I genuinely love you."
"And I love you. So let's go and prove it to each other," I nearly purred, since my body's reaction to being in love must have somehow turned the dial on the horny scale to the maximum.
Stuart stood up abruptly, shaking his head back and forth. "I don't need to prove it to you by having sex. That doesn't matter to me anymore. I just told you I love you. And I do. I don't want you to think I'm just saying that for one reason!"
My face fell, as embarrassment for being so eager sunk in. I broke eye contact, shifting my gaze to my fingernails that were coated in a layer of chipped polish. "Oh."
Stuart sighed, bending down on his knees to be at the same height as me. "Baby," He whined, lacing my hand together with his. "I just don't want to mess things up again."
"I get it," I mumbled, still not bearing to glance up at him.
"It's not that I don't want to, okay?" Stuart reassured me quickly, as if he was reading my secret thoughts. "I just don't want you to regret it again."
"That's sweet, Stuart. But I've moved on from what happened between us. You don't have to treat me like a child," I stated with a small huff. My stubborn side was slowly breaking through.
He tilted his head in a puppy-like manner. "I just don't want to ever lose you again, Ann."
"You won't," I promised him, coming closer to him and placing my hands on his large biceps. "Wanna know why?"
My lips trailed up his neck, planting kisses along the way as I approached his ear. "Because I love you," I whispered in a seductive tone, making goosebumps appear on the surface of his skin.
Stuart's arms rapidly pulled me into his body. "Screw it," He grumbled, lifting me up and carrying us towards the bedroom. He kicked the door closed with his foot as he gently dropped me onto the soft mattress. His body towered over mine as he yanked his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor without a care in the world as to where it landed.
Our lips connected again, as Stuart's body was in between my legs as he propped himself up with one hand pressed into the mattress. I slid my own hands up his bare back, feeling every inch of his toned muscles.
His large palms travelled underneath my shirt, tugging it upwards. We stopped kissing, both of us panting and out of breath, so he could peel the shirt off of me. Stuart's brown eyes stared at my chest in awe, practically drooling. I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, flinging it across the room, and guiding his hands to my breasts.
"You're so beautiful," Stuart gushed, his thumbs moving in small circular motions as he massaged them, making sure to touch every single curve of them to make sure he knew every detail covering my body.
My eyes were closed due to how good it felt, but I still reached for the button of the skin tight jeans always smothering his muscular legs. It was as if this was all second nature to me, and this time I wasn't even nervous. Everything felt right.
I finally managed to get him out of his pants, laughing slightly at how much of a struggle that was, leaving him in only his patterned boxers. Stuart kissed down the valley of my breasts, all the way to my lower stomach, and stopped at the hemline of my underwear. "You sure?" He questioned in a concerned tone.
"I'm sure," I reassured him. I wasn't sure where this new bolt of confidence came from today, but maybe it was because I finally realized how much I trusted him.
His thumbs hooked underneath my underwear, gliding them down my legs slowly, making me feel slightly vulnerable and completely exposed. Thank God I remembered to shave.
Stuart's finger ran across my slit one time, causing a shiver to race through my body. He rapidly leaned over my body to kiss me again, before finally leaning backwards and taking off his boxers. He was already hard just from viewing me, which had to be a twisted compliment in itself.
"Wait," Stuart said suddenly, stopping himself before he got any closer to me. His nude body wiggled over towards the nightstand and he opened up the drawer, reaching inside to grasp a shiny package.
I used this as an opportunity to grab his butt, feeling it without any clothes covering it for the first time. It was very firm. And the pinching of it made him chuckle loudly as he rolled the condom on.
Stuart lined himself up at my entrance, a genuine smile laying on his face when he made eye contact with me. I mirrored his expression. This time I wasn't wincing or anxiety-ridden. This time I knew would be different since it was both of our first time ever having sex with a person we are head over heels in love with.
"I love you," Stuart spoke as he gently pushed into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist to react to the shift in pressure. He moaned instantly. "Baby, that feels so good."
"Yes it does," I agreed, then giggled at the fact that I was talking like it was a normal conversation while in the midst of doing the dirty.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," Stuart repeated over and over again, in sync with every thrust he made.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure I had got from not only the physical act, but the emotional aspect of this whole thing too. This was a new chapter in our relationship and I couldn't be more thrilled to see what this new life of fully trusting each other and overcoming the dark past would entail.
After we had both reached our climax, Stuart collapsed on top of me, his naked and sweaty body clinging on top of mine. We were both exhaling heavily and I enveloped him in my arms to hold him even closer to me.
Stuart lifted his head off of my breasts that he was currently using as a pillow to laugh at the exhausted state we were both residing in. He kissed me softly on the lips before rolling onto the spot next to me.
"Guess what?" Stuart spoke after several minutes of silence, the two of us both staring at the ceiling at reliving the recent events.
"What?"
"We just did the deed."
I immediately burst into a fit of hysterical laughter at how much of a dork he was. Stuart joined in on the laughing, but I think he was being completely serious, and only laughing because it was contagious when we were together.
He scooted closer to me, his pointer finger running up my stomach. "But guess what's even more exciting?"
"What?" I asked again, with much more amusement this time, as I turned my head to get a complete glimpse at his beautiful face.
Stuart grinned at me. "I'm in love with you, baby girl."
Chapter 37
Stuart
I dropped my keys on the counter, initiating a clinking sound to travel throughout the barren room. I spent a long day at the studio, but I was so happy to finally come home and see the girl I was in love with.
Annabel was cuddled up in bed, the same bed where I finally was able to have one of the greatest nights of my life. It was the best sex I've ever had, even if it was sloppy and didn't involve numerous positions, because it was my first time having sex w
ith someone I absolutely loved. It was the first time I finally understood why people would wait until after marriage, because it was such an amazing feeling when you're in love.
"Hi baby," I greeted, instantly smiling just at the sight of her. I climbed on top of her and bent down to press a kiss to her lips. "Guess what I found out today?"
"What?" She asked in amusement, moving her arms to around my neck.
I nuzzled my nose against hers. "So, a certain band is nominated for a VMA and a certain someone will be presenting the award in two weeks that this certain band is nominated for."
Her eyes widened with joy, as she sat up straighter, practically leaping to her feet. "Are you serious? Oh my God! I'm actually going to have fun at an award show now!"
I chuckled, wrapping her in my arms. "Are you going to be my date?"
Annabel furred her eyebrows together in confusion. "Stuart, your band is your date."
"Dammit, I always forget about that part," I whined, making her giggle at my half-joking behavior. "Well you better not get another date because you're my girl."
"I promise I won't get another date," She said in a light-hearted tone, still beaming up at me as she planted her lips against mine again. "How should we celebrate the big news?"
"Let's go bowling," I suggested proudly.
She rolled her eyes at me. "Bowling? Are we five?"
"We can get the whole crew to go. It will be fun, c'mon Ann," I pleaded, since I knew my competitive side was going to come out and I wanted to have some fun with my girlfriend and my best friends.
She groaned, obviously not too fond of the idea. "Fine, but only because I love you."
I grinned just at the mere sound of those words escaping her lips. I poked her in the rib. "Hey, you love me."
"If tonight is boring then I might have to take that back," Annabel teased, laughing lightly at her own comment.
I tucked a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear, letting my finger linger over her cheeks for a moment. I smiled at her. "Baby, it will never be boring if we're together," I stated, making her smile brightly. "Now go get ready you lazy piece of shit."
A pair of uncomfortable bowling shoes constricted around my feet that were currently stepping towards the rest of the group. I somehow managed to convince the boys to show up at the bowling alley, and Grace only agreed because Annabel was coming.
"So are we doing teams or what?" Bradley questioned, slinging his arm around his girlfriend.
Benjamin chuckled, in that same laugh he always uses whenever Bradley says something stupid. "Bowling is like an individual sport, Bradley. I mean, I don't know. At least I thought it was."
I shrugged. "We could like add up our scores though?"
"Alright," Annabel agreed, since she always my little supporter that would make me feel like less of an idiot when I offered my opinion. "As long as you let me add them up, Mr. Dropped-Out-of-School."
I gently elbowed her, causing her to barely lose balance. She was grinning up at me, along with the rest of my band who snickered at her teasing.
"Okay, so, we need to make these teams fair. Obviously it can't just be Stu and I on a team because we would totally just kick all of your asses," Clayton declared in a joking manner, making my girlfriend crack up from her spot standing next to me. "That's why we'll have to have Annabel join us since she sucks at bowling and it will even it out."
Her jaw dropped, even though I knew she was very aware of the fact that Clayton was just messing with her. I loved the fact that my friends have become so close with her because it made me feel good that they all liked and accepted Annabel. Clayton giggled loudly. "I'm kidding, Ann. You know I love ya, kiddo."
She crossed her arms across her chest. "Well I'm not being on your team. I want to beat you guys now. Grace switch with me."
Grace didn't even put up a fight, which concerned me with how these girls were so obedient and non-dramatic- the opposite of what I would typically expect.
Annabel moved closer to Bradley and Benjamin, smirking at me slightly. "You guys are going down."
"That sounds so dirty," Grace pointed out, snorting as soon as the words left Annabel's mouth. It makes sense as to why she is dating Bradley; their humor is nearly identical.
Benjamin was the first one to bowl on his lane. His neon colored ball rolled along the glossy alley until it collided with the pins, knocking seven of them over. He popped the collar of his jacket in a cocky manner, a nonchalant expression covering his face as he headed towards the ball return, making everyone laugh.
"Come on, Benny," Bradley cheered, patting him on the back.
It was only the first frame and things were already getting intense.
Benjamin approached the line, swinging his arm back that held the heavy bowling ball and rolled it down the lane. I bit down on my lip in anticipation. Luckily for us, the ball only hit one pin.
"You suck," I teased, picking up a blue colored ball since it was my turn on the other lane.
Ann was up next for her team as well, so she stood across from me as she waited for the ball that Benjamin had used since it was the lightest one. I held up two bowling balls to my chest, making them look like massive boobs. "Look, I'm Annabel!"
She placed her palms on the bowling balls, pushing them down as she was giggling. "You wish they were that big, babe," She whispered to me, since the two of us were having our own little conversation in the midst of our friends' chatter.
"No I don't. I love you and your boobs just the way they are," I said in a sing-song tone just like the dork in me would do.
Clayton placed his hand on my shoulder, his eyebrows raising up towards his forehead. "Whoa, whoa, did I just hear the L word?" He nearly choked, a proud grin etched across his features. "Aw, my boy is all grown up! I never thought I'd say something so cheesy but you really bring out the best in him, Ann."
I could feel my cheeks heating up. I knew it was true. Annabel was making me the happiest I've ever been, and her lovely character always rubs off on me and makes me want to be less guarded and more outgoing and open to others. She did bring out the best in me, but I didn't want to discuss this in the middle of a bowling alley.
Annabel was grinning up at me, her emerald colored eyes twinkling with delight. She looked adorable like that. "That's cute, Clay. But sucking up to me isn't going to make me go any easier on you guys," She spat, picking up her ball and returning to the lane.
That's my girl.
Even though it was my turn, I waited a bit to watch Annabel bowl. Not only did she have the cutest concentrated-game-face in the world, but her butt also flexed with every step she took towards the lane to roll the ball. Of course she got a strike, it was inevitable that her competitive side would make her even better.
Benjamin and Bradley yelled loudly once all of the pins crashed against the floor, both of them jumping up and down. They were so lucky that she switched teams.
Annabel was still squealing because of her strike, and Benjamin gave her a giant hug where excitement was just radiating off the two of them. Her arms were locked holding tightly behind his neck and he was clutching her by the waist, and my jaw clenched just from the mere sight of it all. I couldn't help but feel jealous, especially since they were so close to dating at one point.
I let my jealousy fuel my shot, but unfortunately it just threw off my game. I only knocked down eight of the pins, and the two pins left were on completely different sides, making it nearly impossible for me to hit them both.
"Come on, Stu!" Annabel cheered as I got ready to take my second strike, earning an elbow in the ribs from Bradley since she was rooting for the other team.
I wound up my arm and rolled it down again, but ended up getting a gutter ball and a pair of rosy cheeks that hinted my embarrassment.
"You suck," Benjamin mocked, grinning at me as he whispered something to Annabel that made her burst into hysterical laughter.
"Alright, Grace. You gotta make up for me. Or at least just do better than your
boyfriend," I instructed, making her nod her head, a mischievous smile on her lips when she realized that she was up against Bradley.
I slumped down in one of the chairs, picking up some of the complimentary pretzels and munching on them. Annabel was clapping her hands together for Bradley, Benjamin was doing the same and was standing a little too close to my girlfriend, and Clayton was on the phone, his fingers rapidly typing away some message.
I hated the feeling of being surrounded by people and you get hit with this sudden sense of loneliness. But that's what I currently was feeling. And I wanted it to disappear.
Annabel glanced over at me as I lifted another couple pretzels into my mouth. She frowned at me from across the room, since I was clearly not paying attention to the game. She swayed over towards me, sitting down in the seat next to me.
"What's wrong?" She whined, placing her hand on my forearm.
I shrugged. "I don't know. But I do know that you probably shouldn't be talking to the other team, missy."
Annabel rolled her eyes at me. "Stuart, it's just for fun. I can talk to whoever I want," She stated, but my face didn't even change. She sighed heavily. "Is this about Benjamin?"
"Kind of," I admitted, amazed that she had the ability to read me so easily.
She picked up my hand, intertwining our fingers together. "Stuart. I love you. Not Benjamin. We're just friends," Annabel declared, but I still didn't mumble a word to her. She sighed again. "Stuart, don't you think if I liked Benjamin I would be over there right now instead of sitting off to the side with you?"
I finally glimpsed over to her and made eye contact with her. "I guess."
Her palm gripped my face and she pulled me towards her, planting a kiss against my lips. "C'mon, I promise I won't hug Benjamin anymore if you get there and have some fun."
I crossed my arms against my chest. "You can do a better bribe than that, Ann."
She smiled when she realized that I was back to my normal self. "Okay, well, how about if you beat me in bowling then we can have round two tonight?"
I leaped to my feet instantly, tugging on her hand to pull her back to our group of friends. "Come on, Clay! You need to get our team a strike!" I yelled enthusiastically as he was about to take his turn.
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