“I see.” I hoped he would continue with his story.
“So then I’d wait for your answer. I’d hope your answer would be yes. Then maybe I’d buy some chocolate-covered strawberries as well, but I’d hide them until later on the date.” His eyes glittered at me. “I wouldn’t want you thinking I had any ideas.”
I laughed. “But of course you’d have ideas.”
“Well, of course I would. That much of me wouldn’t be different.” He chuckled, and as I stared at him, I realized how young he looked in that moment. How carefree. My heart stilled as I realized that this was the Greyson I wish existed.
“And then what?” I prodded him, needing him to continue.
“And then…” He pulled me closer towards him. “And then we’d go to the park. I think I’d take you to Midtown and we’d go in around West 50th.”
“There’s an entrance there?”
“There’s an entrance near there, I’m sure.” He shrugged. “And we’d sit on the green grass and laugh. I’d tell you some jokes and show you some magic tricks.”
“How old are we in this dream?” I raised an eyebrow at him, and he smacked my bottom. “Ow.”
“Listen.” He pulled me closer to him. “Then we’d lie back and stare at the sky and the birds.
“Hopefully it’s not a grey day,” I mumbled, and he smacked my butt again. I yelped at the touch of his hand against me, but he only smiled.
“At some point, you’d realize that I was utterly attractive and desirable and you’d reach over and kiss me.”
“Actually, I think I’d be waiting on you to kiss me.”
“Well, I think you wouldn’t be able to resist me and you’d reach over and kiss me lightly.” He leaned down. “And then you’d kiss me like this.” His lips touched mine and he pressed them down lightly and gave me a sweet kiss before pulling back. “And I’d be sitting there thinking, ‘Wow. What happened?’”
“Uh huh,” I whispered breathlessly.
“And I’d be hoping you’d do it again.”
“Yes.” I looked up at him, wanting to feel the softness of his lips on mine again.
“Yes, you would?” He stared into my eyes, searching for an answer, and I nodded.
“Yes, I would do it again. All over again.”
His lips crushed down on mine again, but this time they moved with deliberate speed, as if they were on a mission. His tongue entered my mouth, and I reached up and grasped the ends of his hair. His chest hair teased my breasts and his fingers massaged my back as we kissed. I felt his cock pressed up against my stomach and I pushed myself against him harder. Our bodies were both slightly cold, so I pushed into him harder so that we could build up our body heat.
His fingers fell to my ass, and he pulled me closer to him while he squeezed my butt. I moaned as his lips left mine and he kissed down my neck to my breasts. His tongue gently licked my nipples before his lips clamped down and sucked on them. I closed my eyes as I felt the warmth of his mouth consuming me. His fingers started playing with my other nipple, and I gripped his shoulders as I felt my legs starting to weaken with desire.
Greyson pulled away from me and then kissed down my stomach. His teeth grabbed the front of my panties and he gently tugged them down. When they reached my ankles, I quickly stepped out of them and Greyson growled in satisfaction. He stood back up slowly and grinned at me before diving into the pool. I watched as he swam underwater and then popped up on the other side of the pool.
“Come and join me, Meg.”
I dived into the pool before I could talk myself out of it. The cold water shocked my skin as I swam, and I stayed underwater, trying to get my body to adjust the cool temperature faster. I swam quickly and did a quick turn when I reached the other side and did another lap. After about thirty seconds, my body adjusted to the temperature, and I lay back in the water and floated on my back.
“I didn’t know you were such a mermaid.” Greyson swam up to me, and I started to tread water so that I could look at him instead of the ceiling.
“Well, they don’t call me Ariel for nothing.” I grinned at him and he splashed me. “Hey!” I splashed him back and he laughed.
“You’re going to get my hair wet!” He screamed and I laughed.
“I’m sorry to tell you this, but it’s wet already.”
“So are you.” He licked his lips.
“Yes, I am wet.” I rolled my eyes. “I am in the water.”
“That’s not the kind of wet I’m talking about.” He swam closer to me, and I felt his fingers reaching in between my legs. As they caressed my clit, I found my feet kicking faster in the pool.